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

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I have left you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump when you hear them left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't 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 like you red
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight 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 burnin' CD's for ya and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the
So when you this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

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

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the highest title, uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do up to Vagil
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being from VA streets
I sense condensed in the form of a poem
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 uppercut boy get ya lifted
You got cash? man stop
Living off damn record that you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other I get a brand new car!