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[Intro: Missy
We are the VA
to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breaking off of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, with the unexpected
The run away slave I,
Escaping all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little and nephews
To all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I repeating them hits
that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you it, pump up the volume
when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
Well my don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliott]
you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just very
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, they know
I hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, I told all of them
say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" ya mother
I don't pay attention, I don't
You ain't got the bait, it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the highest title, uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, being from them VA
I sense condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your is played
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My boy that'll get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
Living off damn record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa
Every other month I get a new car!