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

[Verse 1:
It's been a long time, I shouldn't left you
Without some nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats, and the I been through
Time's up, sorry I you
Thinking of this, I keep them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial
As you hear it, up the volume
when you hear 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
Well my don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)
So, "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record (Uh huh)
And put me on like you red
'Cause the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy
Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy
DJ's in the mix shows you go to the record store and
COP SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the giving em bootlegs
We off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' 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 hear CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy
you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes my head as just chit-chatter
You may I'm egotistical or just very 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 hate one, pretend to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who try
Sweat my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career
I told all of you, like I all of them
Whatcha say to me be, TO YA CHIN!
In one ear and right out the
"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" ya mother
I don't pay attention, I don't
You ain't got the bait, that it to hook this, huh

[Verse 3:
I'm your idol, the title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto but I do look up to Vagil
And I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, being from VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the of a poem
If I writing rhymes I'd be breaking 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 your is played
To put it short, heh I got it
I'm talented, yes I'm
My uppercut boy that'll get ya
You got cash? man frontin
off damn every record that you cutting
My Magoo and I roll wit two stars
CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a star
Every month I get a brand new car!