(feat. Missy)
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like
dat
Up Jumps
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps
Da
boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps
Da boogie, da boogie, da
boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps
[Verse 1: Magoo]
Mag and double-ooh
came to move your body
M-C old school like Lodi Dodi
When you hear Up Jumps Da
Boogie
Dance till you can't and shake your cookie
People to the left like Mag to
def
People to the right need to clean your breath
Bigger than my butt, pulled out some
cheese
We the best on the scene since the three degrees
Aachoo sneeze
Cool like the
breeze
Me and Timbaland two Master P's
I hope you bout it
Cause I been bout it
South
on the rise, V-8 bout it bout it (uuuh)
Driven in my '89 Mercury
Record label don't you try
to carry me
Got some of that project in me
Get dem flashback, you besta all
flee
[Verse 2: Timbaland]
I'm the dope producer in the industry
I'm tired of
producers bitin' on my beats
Baby, thats cool, I ain't got no beef
But you must pay me
producers fee
I am the man with the ill ass sound
I got all the execs saying I love that
sound
Timbaland was next on the agenda
A house, some stocks, three zorts for the
winter
Don't y'all sappy fools get mad at me
Because I became a millionaire in a year times
G
I thank god for blessing me
I give all my thanks to the all mighty
Now I'm just
chillin in my house in Rohb beach
Now it's time to catch a plane to N-Y-C
This is the remix
to Up Jumps Da Boogie
Boogie, woogie, woogie
Oogie,
