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

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Timbaland

Performer

Magoo

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Missy Elliott

Composer

Rod Temperton

Composer

Timothy Mosley

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Timbaland

Producer

Magoo

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

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 **** 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 of] fucking genius

Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye

Do you smoke crack Sam? Prepare to fucking 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

[Verse 3]

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 shuckin' and jivin'

Peep my rhyme 'cause that shit's off-timin'

[Verse 4]

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 till I can't stop

Give it to me daddy and

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 be better

[Verse 5]

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

Give it up

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

Give it up

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

[Verse 6]

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

Give it up

We gon' show you how we party

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

(Give it up)

We gon' show you how we party

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

[Verse 7]

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

[Verse 8]

I'm 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 T.V.

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

[Verse 9]

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, 'fore 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, what ya, what ya whatcha gon' do?

What, what ya gon' do

To me? The M-I-double-S-Y E

Wanna battle me? It's gonna be some tragedies

[Verse 10]

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

Give it up

We gon' show you how we party

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

Give it up

We gon' show you how we party

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

[Verse 11]

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

Give it up

We gon' show you how we party

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

Give it up

We gon' show you how we party

(Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me)

[Verse 12]

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

Written by: Missy Elliott, Rod Temperton, Timothy Mosley

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