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Mag and double, ooh came to move your MC old school Lodi Dodi When you hear up, jumps da Dance till you can't and your cookie
People to the left Mag to Def People to the right need to clean breath than my butt, pulled out some cheese We the best on the since the three degrees
sneeze Cool like the Me and two Master P's I hope you 'bout it I been 'bout it
South on the rise, V-8 'bout it, it (Uuuh) Driven in my '89 Record label, you try to carry me Got of that project in me Get dem flashback, you besta all
I'm the producer in the industry I'm tired of producers bitin' on my Baby, cool, I ain't got no beef But you must pay me fee
I am the man with the ill ass I got all the saying, I love that sound was next on the agenda A house, some stocks, zorts for the winter
Don't y'all sappy get mad at me Because I became a in a year times G I thank God for me I all my thanks to the all mighty
Now I'm just chillin' in my in Rohb beach Now it's time to catch a to N.Y.C. This is the remix to up da boogie Boogie, woogie, Oogie, oogie,
M.C.'s mad at me But you better get I'm to ratta-tat-tat Lay me flat on my
In fact, I interact and the track turn phat You heard Have it, give it to me Cut it like
I know, said, mother uuh, wasn't ready You back in the studio, yeah, I got you my man, chica my man Beep
In the caravan, go my man Magoo, what you got for pullin' down your pants? So Magoo know dat, why you trippin' dat? Is it
I make a list of who diss Who try to be me 'cause my sickening Yeah and my ringing Bdadadrrr, mmm
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Up jumps da Boogie me (Say what?) Up jumps da Boogie me (Say what?)
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Verse number two, two verse When I get greens, I gets a Peace to god, my neice, to Y'all don't know nuthin' Jamario
Berry Finn I'm and I'm thin They make rock eat and buy my Benz Hook it up with with candy coat
Me and and Chong rope but still smoke like butter, salt n' Pepa push me How to be a player squeezin' on your Mag in a row of all
When Wimbledon drank all the Eating with Toni Toni Tone Keep Cindy Crawford, to me to boney See another rain, unless you Missy Clown suit on so don't you diss me
Now I'm gonna my rap only eight bar On this Maganoo's the star One of my rapper's Nas Escobar I to his tape driving in my car
Now let me get into the groove Tap the person next to you Tell him or she to move to side And tell to keep the party live to live
Up jumps da jumps me Got to move my knees down to my feet to my hands, clap, clap Tell me the party at? Where we boogie at?
Up da boogie my flow Yo-ziggy-yo, here we go Y'all to slow to make kinda doe Shoot you don't know, you don't know
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