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