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Mag and double, ooh came to your body MC old school like Dodi you hear up, jumps da boogie 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
Aachoo like the breeze Me and Timbaland two P's I hope you 'bout it 'cause I been it
South on the rise, V-8 'bout it, it (Uuuh) in my '89 Mercury Record label, don't you try to me Got of that project in me Get dem flashback, you besta all
I'm the dope in the industry I'm tired of bitin' on my beats Baby, cool, I ain't got no beef But you pay me producer's fee
I am the man with the ill ass I got all the exec's saying, I 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 a millionaire in a year times G I God for blessing me I all my thanks to the all mighty
Now I'm just chillin' in my in Rohb beach Now it's time to a plane to N.Y.C. This is the remix to up jumps da 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 make the turn phat You that Have it, it to me daddy Cut it confetti
I know, y'all said, mother uuh, wasn't 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' like Is it
I make a list of those who Who try to be me my style sickening Yeah and my phone's Bdadadrrr, mmm
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Up da boogie jumps me (Say what?) Up da boogie jumps me (Say what?)
Up jumps da jumps me (Say what?) Up da boogie Boogie me (Say what?)
Verse number two, two verse I get greens, I gets a dime Peace to god, my neice, to Y'all don't know bout Jamario
Huckle Berry I'm and I'm thin They make eat and buy my black Benz Hook it up with tens with candy
Me and Cheech and Chong but still smoke Smell like butter, salt n' push me How to be a player squeezin' on your Mag in a row of all
Wimbledon drank all the teas Eating Rice-A-Roni with Toni Toni Keep Crawford, to me she's to boney See another rain, unless you Missy Clown on so don't you dare diss me
Now I'm gonna make my rap eight bar On this track the star One of my favorite rapper's Nas I listen to his tape in my car
Now let me get into the groove Tap the person next to you Tell him or she to move side to And tell them to keep the party to live
Up jumps da jumps me Got to move my straight down to my feet to my hands, clap, clap Tell me the party at? Where we boogie at?
Up jumps da my flow Yo-ziggy-yo, Timbaland we go Y'all to slow to make this doe Shoot you know, shoot you don't know
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