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Timbaland and Magoo feat. Missy
Up Jumps Da' Boogie

1 - Keep it up
We gone show you how we party
[Timbaland] Up jumps da' boogie up jumps da' boogie

Repeat 1 (3x)

I feel for all beats like girls jump for tricks
Don't sult the next man, keep that Lindberg shit
Up in the cut, like barbers in hair cut
I'm black with Indian, my race should be mut
I cut wit razorblades play spades wit unvenus
A value with this rap take heed a fuckin genious
Up in tha sky, up high, don't puff lie
Do you smoke crack Sam prepare you fuckin die
Bump 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

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 jeep, five-o now here we go
Please, please brother don't slam my car door
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 shits off timin

I'm in the Marriott, the place to get dot
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 yo pecka
And then leave yo bitch, cuz this uhhhh be betta

2 - Keep it up
Up jumps da' boogie da' boogie jumps the beat
Up jumps da' boogie da' boogie jumps the beat

Repeat 2

Repeat 2

Repeat 2 while:
3 - We gone show you how we party

Repeat 3

Prepare to get wet like Jheri curl juice
You short can't reach the top, I might give you a boost
I bump like acne, take honey from a bee
My style is like a safe, I swallowed the master key
I gas, cause I'ma fart, don't paint, but make art
Like black and white people, I'm splittin rap apart
So sit you bleadin dog and bow to my hit
Nitwit you stupid, I'm butter don't need grit
Make fits like seizure, my knowledge feeds a
study then read a, follow the leader
Like Jews and Chinese, I own your rap lease
The wackness must cease, prepare for yo' release

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 the beat
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

I'm tha best and that's me and I'm capital
I hang on like testicles
MC's wanna copy these many flows, nigga, betta back up
Foe you get slapped up, back up and go tell mommy
that I backed up you, you you you you and yo whole crew
What whatcha whatcha gone do
Uhhhhhhhh what whatcha gone do, to me
The M-I-double S-Y-E
Run it back to me
It's gonna be some tragedy

Repeat 2 + 3 until fade

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