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[Intro: Missy
We are the VA
to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin' the unexpected
The run away I, Mistameanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent
but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
up, sorry I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating hits
that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you hear it, pump up the
Jump when you them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I don't know what you heard, and I know what ya know
Well my don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' out of Virginia

[Chorus: Elliott]
in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
this the hot shit, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
When you say you love me, it matter
It goes into my head as chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just free
say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!
People say I'm whack, but don't tell me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I when one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, sinking
I told all of you, I told all of them
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and out the other
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
I don't pay attention, I don't
You ain't got the bait, it takes to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to
And understand I got the of speech
And it's a blessing, from them VA streets
I talk condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in
I'm kinda young, so my my security
I'm not afraid nucca do you gon do to me
I get paid your record is played
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My boy that'll get ya lifted
You got man stop frontin
Living off every record that you cutting
My name and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every other I get a brand new car!