[Intro: Missy We are the VA Love to the Neptunes and the To ya bootleggers we off both of ya legs The underrated Maganoo, with the unexpected The run away slave I, Escaping from all ya fraudulent but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley
[Verse 1: It's been a long time, I shouldn't have you Without some little nieces and To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I through Time's up, sorry I you Thinking of this, I keep repeating them that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit) As you sit by the radio, on the dial tone As you hear it, pump up the Jump when you hear them let 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 done me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh) So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh) And put me on like you red 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of
Missy Elliot] DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord) And to the bootleggers dubbin' the We breaking off of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord) Stop dubbin' CD's a friend and I'ma say it again, nigga COP SHIT! (Oh Lord) 'Cause it's the shit, out on the streets So when you hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
[Verse 2: Missy 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 don't tell me so Let them to be me, then they know I hate when one, pretend to Fact I despise, who even try between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking Yo is over, career sinking I told all of you, like I told all of say to me be, FIST TO YA CHIN! In one ear and right out the "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 idol, the highest title, numero uno I'm not a Puerto but I do look up to Fat Joe And understand I got the of speech And it's a blessing, being from VA streets I talk sense condensed in the form of a If I writing rhymes I'd be breaking 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 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 off damn every record that you cutting My name Magoo and I roll wit two Every CD we 48 bars My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa other month I get a brand new car!