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[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya
The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating them
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you hear it, pump up the
Jump when you hear speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my folks told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, straight out of Virginia

Missy Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the giving em bootlegs
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the
So you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliott]
When you say you love me, it doesn't
It goes into my head as chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just very
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but don't tell me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, like I all of them
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
I don't pay attention, I don't
You ain't got the bait, it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being from them VA
I talk condensed in the form of a poem
If I writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not nucca do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My uppercut boy get ya lifted
You got cash? man stop
Living off every record that you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every month I get a brand new car!