Listen to Cop That Shit (feat. Missy Elliott) by Timbaland & Magoo

Cop That Shit (feat. Missy Elliott)

Timbaland & Magoo

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Timbaland & Magoo - Cop That Shit feat. Missy Elliot (Official Video)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Timbaland

Performer

Magoo

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dennis Taylor

Composer

Edward Archer

Composer

Freddie Byrd

Composer

Eric Barrier

Songwriter

Howie Thompson

Composer

Jack Hill

Composer

Melvin Barcliff

Melvin Barcliff

Composer

Jackey Beavers

Composer

Lael Williams

Composer

Lana Moorer

Composer

Preston Joyner

Composer

Timothy Mosley

Composer

William Griffin

William Griffin

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Timbaland

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Oh, we are the VA players

Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse

To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs

The underrated Maganoo comin' with the unexpected

The runaway slave, I, Misdemeanor

Escaping from all y'all fraudulent playas

Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley (Come on)

[Verse 2]

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you

Without some little nieces and nephews

To cover all the beats and the rhymes I've been through

Time's up, sorry I left you

Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits

Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit

As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone

As you hear it, pump up the volume

[Verse 3]

Jump when you hear them speakers let it off

Mr. VA 'bout to set it off

Well, I don't know what you've heard and I don't know what you know

But my folks done told me (You got it)

So, up jumps the boogie, let the record work

And put me on like you red alert

'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy

Like three the hard way

Comin' straight out of Virginia

[Verse 4]

DJ's in the mix shows you better go

To the record store and cop that shit (Oh Lord)

And to the bootleggers giving 'em bootlegs

We breaking off both of ya legs, cop that shit (Oh Lord)

Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again

****, cop that shit (Oh Lord)

'Cause this the hot shit out on the street

So when you hear this CD go and cop that shit (Oh Lord)

[Verse 5]

When you say you love me, it doesn't matter

It goes into my head as just chit-chatter

You may think I'm egotistical or just very free

But what you say I go tell it to Timothy

And people say I'm wack but they don't tell me so

Let them pretend to be me, then they know

I hate when one pretend to fantasize

Fact I despise those who even try

Sweat between my thighs never stinking

Your dream is over, career sinking

I told it at you like I told all of them

Watcha' say to me, be dick to your chin

In one ear and right out the other

(Ay yo, Missy, you ugly) Yeah, ya mother

I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate

You ain't got the bait that it takes to hook this (Come on)

[Verse 6]

DJ's in the mix shows you better go

To the record store and cop that shit (Oh Lord)

And to the bootleggers giving 'em bootlegs

We breaking off both of ya legs, cop that shit (Oh Lord)

Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again

****, cop that shit (Oh Lord)

'Cause this the hot shit out on the street

So when you hear this CD go and cop that shit (Oh Lord)

[Verse 7]

I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno

I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil

And understand I got the gift of speech

And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets

[Verse 8]

I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem

If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes

I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security

I'm not afraid, ****, do what you gon' do to me (Do it)

[Verse 9]

I get paid when your record is played

To put it short, I got it made

I'm talented, yes, I'm gifted

My uppercut, boy, that'll get you lifted

You got cash? Man, stop frontin'

Living off of damn every record that you cutting

[Verse 10]

My name Magoo and I roll with two stars

Every CD we split forty-eight bars

My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star

Every other month I get a brand new car (Come on)

[Verse 11]

DJ's in the mix shows you better go

To the record store and cop that shit (Oh Lord)

And to the bootleggers giving 'em bootlegs

We breaking off both of ya legs, cop that shit (Oh Lord)

Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, ****

Cop that shit

'Cause this is the hot shit on the street

So when you hear this CD go and cop that shit

Written by: Dennis Taylor, Edward Archer, Eric Barrier, Freddie Byrd, Howie Thompson, Jack Hill, Jackey Beavers, Lael Williams, Lana Moorer, M. Lee Barcliff, Melvin Barcliff, Missy Elliott, Preston Joyner, Robert L Beavers, Timothy Mosley, William Griffin

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