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Timbaland
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Up Jumps Tha Boogie (radio version)
Timbaland feat. Magoo
Keep it up We gone show you how we party [Timberland]Up jumps the boogie (repeat 3X) (repeat 4X)
Verse One: Magoo
I fiend for all beats like girls jump for dicks Don't salt the next man, keep that Lindbergh shit Up in the cut, like gay niggas in butt I'm black with Indian, my race should be mut I cut wit razorblades play spades wit Aunt Venus Evaluate this rap take heed a fuckin genious Up in tha sky, up high, don't puff lie Do you smoke crack Sam prepare to fuckin die Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow You thought I had eight, but I got ten mo' Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street I stink like Pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat
Verse Two: Timberland
I'm up on this track like Pam Grier in movies I heats up the beat like water in a jacuzzi I fly to L.A. then come back to Virginia Then call Maganoo to see he's got some indo Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, G G don't forget to bring the house keys Hops in the eight, five-o now here we go Please, please brother don't slam my car do It costs too much money to get that shit fixed I need all my money to pay my bills with Don't have no time, for the shuckin and jivin Peep my rhyme, cut that shit's off timin
Verse Three: Missy
I'm in the Marriott, the place to get got After I smoke pot, he sticks me like shots Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott Me my hot self, my self be so hot Touch my hot spot, I scream till I can't stop Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (What, what?) Give it to me daddy and Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (What, what?) Yup, yup like Teddy Teddy ready with tha one two checka No diggity, Missy be tha bedroom recka Double decka, make you wanna beat your pecka And then leave yo bitch, cuz this uhhhh be betta
Chorus: everybody
Keep it up Up jumps the boogie the boogie jumps the beat Up jumps the boogie the boogie jumps the beat (repeat 3X) We gone show you how we party (repeat 2X)
Verse Four: Magoo
Prepare to get wet like Jheri curl juice You tight like virgin pussy, my rap get you loose I bump like ac-ne, take honey from a bee My style is like a safe, without the fuckin key I cum cuz I'm a nut, don't bleed when I'm cut No fan of Madonna, she just a damn slut So sit you damn dog and bow to my shit Nitwit you stupid, I'm butter don't need grits Make fits like seizure, lick clit to please ya I book then read ya, follow the leader Like Jews n' Chinese, I own your rap lease The wackness must cease, prepare for yo' release
Verse Five: Timberland
I'm up in these labels tryin to handle my business Been makin more beats before Jehovah had witness Up jumps da boogie da boogie jumps me Brother, brother please, turn on the TV See a black man dead from a white man's powder See a white man scared from a black man's power Back to reality, please don't freakin smile at me This is a stick-up, so give up yo' wallet please
Verse Six: Missy
I'm tha best and that's B that's capital I hang on like testicles MC's wanna copy these many flows, hoe, betta back up 'Fo they get slapped up, pack up and go tell mommy that I backed up you, you you you you and yo whole crew What whatcha whatcha whatcha gone do Uhhhhhhhh what whatcha gone do, to me The M-I-double wanna battle me it's gone be some tragedy
Chorus: repeat until fade
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