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[Intro: Elliott]
We are the VA
Love to the Neptunes and the
To ya bootleggers we off both of ya legs
The Maganoo, comin' 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
Without some nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating hits
that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't 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 record (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

Missy Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and 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 doesn't
It goes my head 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 don't me so
Let them pretend to be me, they know
I hate one, pretend 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 told all of
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio you ugly!" yeah ya mother
I don't pay attention, I concentrate
You got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the title, numero 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 of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be in homes
I'm young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid nucca do you gon do to me
I get paid when record is played
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My uppercut boy that'll get ya
You got man stop frontin
Living off damn every record you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we split 48
My Magoo and I'm a supadupa star
Every other month I get a new car!