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Mag and double, ooh came to your body MC old school like Dodi When you up, jumps da boogie Dance till you can't and shake your
to the left like Mag to Def People to the need to clean your breath than my butt, pulled out some cheese We the best on the since the three degrees
Aachoo Cool the breeze Me and Timbaland two P's I hope you 'bout it 'cause I 'bout it
on the rise, V-8 'bout it, 'bout it (Uuuh) Driven in my '89 Record label, you try to carry me Got of that project in me Get dem flashback, you all flee
I'm the producer in the industry I'm tired of bitin' on my beats Baby, that's cool, I ain't got no But you pay me producer's fee
I am the man the ill ass sound I got all the saying, I love that sound Timbaland was next on the A house, stocks, three zorts for the winter
Don't sappy fools 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 house in Rohb Now it's time to a plane to N.Y.C. This is the to up jumps da boogie Boogie, woogie, Oogie, oogie,
M.C.'s mad at me But you get back I'm 'bout to Lay me on my back
In fact, I interact and make the track phat You that it, give it to me daddy Cut it like
I know, y'all said, mother uuh, ready You back in the studio, yeah, I got you Timbaland my man, my man beep
In the caravan, go my man Magoo, what you got plans for pullin' your pants? So Magoo know dat, why you trippin' like Is it
I a list of those who diss Who try to be me 'cause my sickening Yeah and my phone's Bdadadrrr, mmm
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Up da boogie Boogie me (Say what?) Up jumps da Boogie me (Say what?)
Up jumps da Boogie me (Say what?) Up da boogie jumps me (Say what?)
Verse number two, two rhyme When I get greens, I gets a Peace to god, my neice, to Y'all don't know nuthin' Jamario
Huckle Berry I'm country and I'm make rock eat and buy my black Benz Hook it up with tens with candy
Me and Cheech and Chong rope but smoke Smell like butter, n' Pepa push me How to be a squeezin' on your tushy Mag in a row of all
When drank all the teas Eating with Toni Toni Tone Keep Crawford, to me she's to boney See another rain, unless you know Clown suit on so you dare diss me
Now I'm gonna make my rap eight bar On this track Maganoo's the One of my favorite Nas Escobar I listen to his tape in my car
Now let me get back into the Tap the standing next to you Tell him or she to move side to And them to keep the party live to live
Up jumps da Boogie me Got to move my knees down to my feet Down to my hands, clap, Tell me where the party at? we boogie at?
Up da boogie my flow Yo-ziggy-yo, Timbaland we go Y'all to slow to make kinda doe Shoot you know, shoot you don't know
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