Give it up... we gon show, you how we party
[timbaland (whispering)] up jumps da boogie (repeat 3x)
(repeat all 4x)
Verse one: magoo
I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks
Dont salt the next man, keep that lindbergh shit
Up in the cut, like gay niggaz, in butt
Im black wit indian, my race should be mutt
I cut with razor blades, play spades with aunt venus
E-valuate this rap, take heed a fuckin genius
Up in the sky, up high, dont puff lye
Do you smoke crack sam? prepare to fuckin die
Fuck 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 pops feet, make sweat wit no heat
Verse two: timbaland
Im 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 if hes got some indo
Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, g
G dont forget, to bring the house keys
Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go
Please please, brother dont slam my car do
It costs too much money to get that shit fixed
I need all my money to pay my bills with
Dont have no time, for the shuckin and jivin
Peep my rhyme, cause that, shits off-timin
Verse three: missy
Im in the marriott, the place to get got
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 til I cant 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 the bedroom wrecka
Double decka, make you wanna beat your pecka
And then leave your bitch, cause this uhhh! be better
Chorus: everybody
Give it up!
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4x)
Give it up! we gon show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 2x)
Give it up! we gon show, you how we party
Verse four: magoo
Prepare to get wet, like jheri curl juice
You tight like virgin pussy, my rap get you loose
I bump like ac-ne, take honey from a bee
My style is like a safe, without da fuckin key
I cum cause Im a nut, dont bleed when Im cut
No fan of madonna, she just a damn slut
So sit you damn dog, and bow to my shit
Nit-wit you stupid, Im butter dont need grits
Make fits like seizure, lick clit to please ya
I book then read ya, follow da leader
Like jews and chinese, I own your rap lease
The wackness must cease, prepare for yo release
Verse five: timbaland
Im up in these labels tryin to, handle my business
Been makin more beats before, jehovah had witness
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Brother brother, please, turn on the tv
See a black man dead, from a white mans powder
See a white man scared, from a black mans power
Back to reality, please dont freakin smile at me
This is a stick-up, so give up yo wallet please
Verse six: missy
Im the best, and thats b, and thats capital
I hang low like testicles, mcs wanna copy these many flows
Hoes, better back up, foe they get slapped up
Pack up and go tell mommy, that I backed up you
You you you, and your whole screw
What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon do uhh, what whatcha gon do
To me, the m-i-double s-y-e
Wanna battle me, its gonna be some tragedy
Chorus: everybody
Give it up! we gon show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4x)
(repeat all 2x)
Give it up! we gon show, you how we party
(repeat to fade)
[timbaland (whispering)] up jumps da boogie (repeat 3x)
(repeat all 4x)
Verse one: magoo
I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks
Dont salt the next man, keep that lindbergh shit
Up in the cut, like gay niggaz, in butt
Im black wit indian, my race should be mutt
I cut with razor blades, play spades with aunt venus
E-valuate this rap, take heed a fuckin genius
Up in the sky, up high, dont puff lye
Do you smoke crack sam? prepare to fuckin die
Fuck 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 pops feet, make sweat wit no heat
Verse two: timbaland
Im 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 if hes got some indo
Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, g
G dont forget, to bring the house keys
Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go
Please please, brother dont slam my car do
It costs too much money to get that shit fixed
I need all my money to pay my bills with
Dont have no time, for the shuckin and jivin
Peep my rhyme, cause that, shits off-timin
Verse three: missy
Im in the marriott, the place to get got
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 til I cant 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 the bedroom wrecka
Double decka, make you wanna beat your pecka
And then leave your bitch, cause this uhhh! be better
Chorus: everybody
Give it up!
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4x)
Give it up! we gon show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 2x)
Give it up! we gon show, you how we party
Verse four: magoo
Prepare to get wet, like jheri curl juice
You tight like virgin pussy, my rap get you loose
I bump like ac-ne, take honey from a bee
My style is like a safe, without da fuckin key
I cum cause Im a nut, dont bleed when Im cut
No fan of madonna, she just a damn slut
So sit you damn dog, and bow to my shit
Nit-wit you stupid, Im butter dont need grits
Make fits like seizure, lick clit to please ya
I book then read ya, follow da leader
Like jews and chinese, I own your rap lease
The wackness must cease, prepare for yo release
Verse five: timbaland
Im up in these labels tryin to, handle my business
Been makin more beats before, jehovah had witness
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Brother brother, please, turn on the tv
See a black man dead, from a white mans powder
See a white man scared, from a black mans power
Back to reality, please dont freakin smile at me
This is a stick-up, so give up yo wallet please
Verse six: missy
Im the best, and thats b, and thats capital
I hang low like testicles, mcs wanna copy these many flows
Hoes, better back up, foe they get slapped up
Pack up and go tell mommy, that I backed up you
You you you, and your whole screw
What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon do uhh, what whatcha gon do
To me, the m-i-double s-y-e
Wanna battle me, its gonna be some tragedy
Chorus: everybody
Give it up! we gon show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4x)
(repeat all 2x)
Give it up! we gon show, you how we party
(repeat to fade)