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Mag and double, ooh came to move your MC old school Lodi Dodi When you hear up, da boogie Dance till you can't and shake cookie
People to the like Mag to Def to the right need to clean your breath Bigger than my butt, pulled out cheese We the best on the since the three degrees
sneeze Cool like the Me and two Master P's I hope you it 'cause I been 'bout it
South on the rise, V-8 it, 'bout it (Uuuh) Driven in my '89 label, don't you try to carry me Got some of that in me Get dem flashback, you besta all
I'm the dope in the industry I'm tired of producers 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 saying, I love that sound Timbaland was on the agenda A house, some stocks, three for the winter
y'all sappy fools get mad at me Because I became a in a year times G I God for blessing me I give all my thanks to the all
Now I'm just chillin' in my in Rohb beach Now it's time to catch a 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 to ratta-tat-tat Lay me flat on my
In fact, I interact and make the track phat You heard Have it, 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, you got plans for pullin' down your pants? So Magoo dat, why you trippin' like dat? Is it
I make a list of those who Who try to be me 'cause my style Yeah and my ringing Bdadadrrr, mmm
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Up da boogie jumps me (Say what?) Up da boogie Boogie me (Say what?)
Up jumps da jumps me (Say what?) Up da boogie jumps me (Say what?)
Verse number two, two verse When I get greens, I gets a to god, my neice, to Mario Y'all don't know nuthin' Jamario
Huckle Finn I'm country and I'm They make rock eat and buy my black Hook it up with tens with coat
Me and Cheech and Chong rope but smoke Smell like butter, salt n' push me How to be a player squeezin' on your Mag in a row of all
When Wimbledon drank all the Eating Rice-A-Roni with Toni Toni Keep Crawford, to me she's to boney See rain, unless you know Missy suit on so don't you dare diss me
Now I'm make my rap only eight bar On this track the star One of my rapper's Nas Escobar I listen to his tape in my car
Now let me get back the groove Tap the standing next to you him or she to move side to side And tell them to keep the party live to
Up da boogie jumps me Got to move my knees straight down to my Down to my hands, clap, me where the party at? Where we boogie at?
Up jumps da my flow Yo-ziggy-yo, Timbaland we go Y'all to slow to make kinda doe you don't know, shoot you don't know
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