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

1: Timbaland]
It's been a long time, I have left you
some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
Time's up, 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 hear it, pump up the
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 don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of

[Chorus: Elliott]
in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
burnin' 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: Missy
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just free
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 hate when one, pretend to
I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
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!" 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 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 them VA
I sense condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my my security
I'm not afraid nucca do 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 frontin
Living off damn every record that you
My name and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa
Every other month I get a new car!