Listen to Up Jumps Da' Boogie (feat. Missy Elliott & Aaliyah) by Timbaland & Magoo

Up Jumps Da' Boogie (feat. Missy Elliott & Aaliyah)

Timbaland & Magoo

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Timbaland
Timbaland
Performer
Magoo
Magoo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Magoo
Magoo
Songwriter
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Rod Temperton
Rod Temperton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Magoo
Magoo
Producer

Lyrics

Give it up, we gon' show you how we party Give it up, we gon' show you how we party Give it up, we gon' show you how we party Give it up, we gon' show you how we party I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks Don't salt the next man, keep that Lindbergh shit Up in the cut, like gay niggas in butt I'm black with Indian, my race should be mutt I cut with razor blades, play spades with Aunt Venus Evaluate this rap, take heed a fuckin' genius Up in the sky, up high don't 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 more Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street I stink like Pop's feet, make sweat with no heat I'm 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 he's got some indo Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, G G, don't forget to bring the house keys Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go Please, please brother, don't slam my car door It costs too much money to get that shit fixed I need all my money to pay my bills with Don't have no time for the shucking and jiving Peep my rhyme 'cause that shit's off-timing I'm 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 can't stop, uhh Give it to me daddy and uhh Yup, yup like Teddy Teddy, ready with the one-two-checker No diggity, Missy be the bedroom wrecka Double-decker, make you wanna beat your pecker And then leave your bitch, 'cause this (uh) be better Up jumps da boogie (uh-huh), boogie jumps me (say what?) (Give it up) (say what?) Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me (give it up) (say what?) Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me (give it up, we gon' show you how we party) (say what?) Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me (give it up, we gon' show you how we party) (say what?) Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me Prepare to get wet like Jheri Curl juice You tight like virgin pussy, my rap get you loose I bump like acne, take honey from a bee My style is like a safe without the fucking key I cum 'cause I'm a nut, don't bleed when I'm cut No fan of Madonna, she just a damn slut So sit you damn dog and bow to my shit Nitwit you stupid, I'm butter don't need grits Make fits like seizure, lick clit to please ya I book then read ya, follow the leader Like Jews and Chinese, I own your rap lease The wackness must cease, prepare for your release I'm up in these labels trying to handle my business Been making 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 man's powder See a white man scared from a black man's power Back to reality, please don't freaking smile at me This is a stick-up, so give up your wallet please I'm the best, and that's B and that's capital I hang low like testicles, MC's 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, you, you, and your whole crew What, whatcha, whatcha, whatcha gon' do? Uh, what whatcha gon' do to me?, the M-I-double S-Y-E Wanna battle me, it's gonna be some tragedies Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (give it up, we gon' show you how we party) (say what?) Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me (give it up, we gon' show you how we party) (say what?) Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me (give it up, we gon' show you how we party) (say what?) Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me (give it up, we gon' show you how we party) (say what?) Up jumps da boogie (da boogie), boogie jumps me Give it up, we gon' show you how we party Give it up, we gon' show you how we party (hey-ay) Give it up, we gon' show you how we party
Writer(s): Missy Elliott, Rod Temperton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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