Give it up... we gon' show, you how we party
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[Timbaland (whispering)] Up jumps da boogie (repeat 3X)
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(repeat all 4X)
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Verse One: Magoo
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I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks
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Don't salt the next man, keep that Lindbergh shit
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Up in the cut, like gay niggaz, in butt
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I'm black wit indian, my race should be mutt
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I cut with razor blades, play spades with Aunt Venus
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E-valuate this rap, take heed a fuckin genius
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Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye
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Do you smoke crack Sam? Prepare to fuckin die
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Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow
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You thought I had eight, but I got ten mo'
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Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street
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I stink like pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat
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Verse Two: Timbaland
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I'm up on this track, like Pam Grier in movies
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I heats up the beat, like water in a jacuzzi
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I fly to L.A., then come back to Virginia
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Then call, Maganoo, to see if he's got some indo
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Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, G
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G don't forget, to bring the house keys
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Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go
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Please please, brother don't slam my car do'
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It costs too much money to get that shit fixed
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I need all my money to pay my bills with
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Don't have no time, for the shuckin and jivin
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Peep my rhyme, cause that, shit's off-timin
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Verse Three: Missy
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I'm in the Marriott, the place to get got
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After I smoke pot, he sticks me like shots
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Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots
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Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott
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Me my hot self, my self be so hot
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Touch my hot spot, I scream til I can't stop
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Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)
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Give it to me daddy and
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Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)
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Yup, yup like Teddy
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Teddy, ready with tha one two checka
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No Diggity, Missy be the bedroom wrecka
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Double decka, make you wanna beat your pecka
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And then leave your bitch, cause this uhhh! be better
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Chorus: everybody
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Give it up!
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Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4X)
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Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party
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Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 2X)
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Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party
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Verse Four: Magoo
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Prepare to get wet, like Jheri Curl juice
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You short can't reach the top I might give you a boost,I bump like ac-ne, take honey from a bee
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My style is like a safe, I swallowed the master key
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I cum cause I'm a nut, don't bleed when I'm cut
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No fan of Madonna, she just a damn slut
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So sit you damn dog, and bow to my shit
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Nit-wit you stupid, I'm butter don't need grits
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Make fits like seizure, lick clit to please ya
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I book then read ya, follow da leader
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Like Jews and Chinese, I own your rap lease
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The wackness must cease, prepare for yo' release
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Verse Five: Timbaland
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I'm up in these labels tryin to, handle my business
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Been makin more beats before, Jehovah had witness
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Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
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Brother brother, please, turn on the TV
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See a black man dead, from a white man's powder
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See a white man scared, from a black man's power
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Back to reality, please don't freakin smile at me
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This is a stick-up, so give up yo' wallet please
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Verse Six: Missy
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I'm the best, and that's B, and that's capital
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I hang low like testicles, MC's wanna copy these many flows
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Hoes, better back up, foe they get slapped up
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Pack up and go tell mommy, that I backed up you
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You you you, and your whole screw
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What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do uhh, what whatcha gon' do
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To me, the M-I-double S-Y-E
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Wanna battle me, it's gonna be some tragedy
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Chorus: everybody
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Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party
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Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4X)
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(repeat all 2X)
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Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party
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(repeat to fade)
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Up Jumps Da' Boogie
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| Timbaland |
