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Mag and double, ooh came to move body MC old school Lodi 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 right need to your breath than my butt, pulled out some cheese We the best on the scene since the three
Aachoo Cool the breeze Me and Timbaland two P's I hope you 'bout it 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 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, that's cool, I got no beef But you pay me producer's fee
I am the man the ill ass sound I got all the exec's saying, I love sound Timbaland was next on the A house, some stocks, three zorts for the
y'all sappy fools get mad at me Because I became a in a year times G I thank God for me I give all my thanks to the all
Now I'm chillin' in my house in Rohb beach 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 better get I'm 'bout to Lay me flat on my
In fact, I interact and the track turn phat You that Have it, give it to me Cut it confetti
I know, y'all said, uuh, wasn't ready You in the studio, yeah, I got you sweatin' 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 make a list of who diss 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 jumps da jumps me (Say what?)
Up jumps da Boogie me (Say what?) Up da boogie Boogie me (Say what?)
Verse number two, two rhyme When I get greens, I a dime to god, my neice, to Mario Y'all don't know nuthin' bout
Berry Finn I'm and I'm thin They make rock eat and buy my Benz Hook it up with tens with coat
Me and Cheech and Chong rope but still Smell like butter, n' Pepa push me How to be a player on your tushy 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 rain, unless you know Missy suit on so don't you dare diss me
Now I'm gonna make my rap eight bar On this track Maganoo's the One of my favorite rapper's Nas I to his tape driving in my car
Now let me get into the groove Tap the person next to you him or she to move side to side And tell them to keep the live to live
Up da boogie jumps me Got to my knees straight down to my feet Down to my hands, clap, Tell me the party at? Where we boogie at?
Up da boogie my flow Yo-ziggy-yo, Timbaland we go to slow to make this kinda doe Shoot you know, shoot you don't know
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