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

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I have left you
some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I repeating them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you it, pump up the volume
Jump 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 work (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' out of Virginia

[Chorus: Elliott]
in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the giving em bootlegs
We off both 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 the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP 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
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they tell me so
Let them to be me, then they know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, who even 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 out the other
"Ayyio you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I pay attention, I don't concentrate
You got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the highest title, uno
I'm not a Puerto but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the form of a
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be in homes
I'm kinda young, so my my security
I'm not afraid 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 boy that'll get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
off damn 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 supadupa
Every month I get a brand new car!