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

[Verse 1:
been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you hear it, pump up the
Jump when you hear them let it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
I don't know 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 THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Elliot]
DJ's in the mix you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the dubbin' the bootleg
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' CD's from a and I'ma say it again, nigga
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
'Cause the hottest shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Elliot]
When you say you me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as 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 don't me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, who even try
between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, I told all of them
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" ya mother
I pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it takes to this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do up to Fat Joe
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, being from VA streets
I talk sense in the form of a poem
If I wasn't 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 boy that'll get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
Living off damn record that you cutting
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other I get a brand new car!