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

1: Timbaland]
It's a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without some little nieces and
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, I left you
Thinking of this, I keep repeating hits
Like Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the tone
As you hear it, up the volume
Jump when you them speakers left it off (Off)
Mr. VA to set it off
Well I know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know
my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the work (Uh huh)
And put me on you red alert
'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of

[Chorus: Missy
DJ's in the mix you better go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em
We breaking off 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)
'Cause this the hot shit, out on the
So when you this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
When you say you me, it doesn't matter
It goes my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just free
Won'tcha say I go it to, TIMOTHY!
say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so
Let pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one, to fantasize
Fact I despise, who even try
Sweat between my {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I all of you, like I told all of them
say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya
I don't pay attention, I concentrate
You ain't got the bait, that it takes to 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 gift of
And a blessing, being from them VA streets
I talk condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be in homes
I'm kinda young, so my my security
I'm not afraid nucca do you gon do to me
I get paid when 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 cash? man stop
Living off damn every record that you
My name Magoo and I roll wit two
Every CD we split 48
My name Magoo and I'm a star
other month I get a brand new car!