Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
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Like dat
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Up Jumps
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Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
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Like dat
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Up Jumps
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Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
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Like dat
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Up Jumps
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Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
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Like dat
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Up Jumps
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Verse 1: Magoo
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Mag and double-ooh came to move your body
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M-C old school like Lodi Dodi
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When you hear Up Jumps Da Boogie
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Dance till you can't and shake your cookie
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People to the left like Mag to def
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People to the right need to clean your breath
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Bigger than my butt, pulled out some cheese
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We the best on the scene since the three degrees
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Aachoo sneeze
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Cool like the breeze
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Me and Timbaland two Master P's
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I hope you bout it
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Cause I been bout it
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South on the rise, V-8 bout it bout it (uuuh)
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Driven in my '89 Mercury
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Record label don't you try to carry me
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Got some of that project in me
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Get dem flashback, you besta all flee
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Verse 2: Timbaland
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I'm the dope producer in the industry
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I'm tired of producers bitin' on my beats
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Baby, thats cool, I ain't got no beef
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But you must pay me producers fee
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I am the man with the ill ass sound
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I got all the execs saying I love that sound
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Timbaland was next on the agenda
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A house, some stocks, three zorts for the winter
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Don't y'all sappy fools get mad at me
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Because I became a millionaire in a year times G
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I thank god for blessing me
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I give all my thanks to the all mighty
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Now I'm just chillin in my house in Rohb beach
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Now it's time to catch a plane to N-Y-C
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This is the remix to Up Jumps Da Boogie
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Boogie, woogie, woogie
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Oogie, oogie, oogie
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Verse 3: Missy
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M-C's mad at me
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But you better get back
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I'm bout to ratta-tat-tat
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Tiggy-tigga-tat
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Lay me flat on my back
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In fact, I interact and make the track turn phat
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You heard that
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Have it, give it to me daddy
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Cut it like confetti
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I know y'all said mother uuh wasn't ready
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You back in the studio, yeah I got you sweatin
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Timbaland my man, chica my man
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Beep beep
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In the caravan, there go my man
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Magoo, what you got plans for pullin down your pants?
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So Magoo know dat, why you trippin like dat?
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Is it pissed
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I make a list, of those who diss
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Who try to be me cause my style sickening
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He-huh
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Yeah and my phone's ringing
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Bdadadrrrrrrrrrr..mmmm
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Gone
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Chorus:
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Up jumps da boogie
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Boogie jumps me (say what?)
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Up jumps da boogie
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Boogie jumps me (say what?)
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Up jumps da boogie
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Boogie jumps me (say what?)
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Up jumps da boogie
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Boogie jumps me (say what?)
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Verse 4: Magoo
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Verse number two
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Two verse rhyme
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When I get greens, I gets a dime
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Peace to god, my neice, to Mario
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Y'all don't know nuthin bout Jamario
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Huckle Berry Finn
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I'm country and I'm thin
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They make rock eat and buy my black Benz
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Hook it up with tens with candy coat
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Me and Cheech and Chong rope, but still smoke
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Smell like butter
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Salt n' Pepa push me
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How to be a player squeezin on your tushy
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Mag in a row of all wannabee's
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When Wimbledon drank all the teas
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Eating Rice-A-Roni with Toni Toni Tone
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Keep Cindy Crawford, to me she's to boney
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See another Rain, unless you know Missy
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Clown suit on so don't you dare diss me
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Verse 5: Timbaland
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Now I'm gonna make my rap only eight bar
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On this track Maganoo's the star
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One of my favorite rapper's Nas Escobar
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I listen to his tape driving in my car
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Now let me get back into the groove
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Tap the person standing next to you
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Tell him or she to move side to side
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And tell them to keep the party live to live
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Verse 6: Missy
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Up jumps da boogie
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Boogie jumps me
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Got to move my knees straight down to my feet
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Down to my hands, clap, clap
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Tell me where the party at? Where we boogie at?
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Up jumps da boogie
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Boogie my flow
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Yo-ziggy-yo Timbaland here we go
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Y'all to slow to make this kinda doe
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Shoot you don't know, shoot you don't know
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Chorus
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Up Jumps Da Boogie (Remix)
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