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

[Verse 1:
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without little nieces and nephews
To all the beats, and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't what ya know
my folks 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
THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy
DJ's in the mix you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the giving em bootlegs
We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT 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 hear CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
When you say you me, it doesn't matter
It into my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or very free
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but they tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they
I hate when one, pretend to
Fact I despise, who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never
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 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 but I do look up to Vagil
And understand I got the gift of
And a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk condensed in the form of a poem
If I writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my
I'm not afraid do what you gon do to me
I get when your 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 cash? man frontin
Living off damn record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other I get a brand new car!