Cop That Shit
Magoo, Missy Elliott, Timbaland, Timbaland & Magoo
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(Oh) We are the VA players Love to The Neptunes and The Clipse To ya bootleggers we breakin' off both of ya legs The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected The run away slave I, Misdemeanor Escapin' from all ya fraudulent players Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley It's been a long time (time), I shouldn't have left you (uh-huh) Without some little nieces and nephews To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through Time's up (up), sorry I left you Thinkin' of this, I keep repeatin' them hits Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (shit) As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tune As you hear it, pump up the volume Jump when you hear them speakers let it off (off, woo) Mr. VA 'bout to set it off (off) Well, I don't know what you heard and I don't know what ya know But my folks done told me, "You got it" So (oh), "Up Jumps the Boogie", let the record work (uh-huh) And put me on like you Red Alert (uh-huh) 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy Like three the hard way, comin' straight out of Virginia (woo) DJ's in the mix shows You better go to the record store and cop that shit (oh Lord) And to the bootleggers lovin' the bootleg We breakin' off both of ya legs, cop that shit (oh Lord) Stop dubbin' CD's for ya friend And I'ma say it again, nigga, cop that shit (oh Lord) 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets So when you hear this CD go and cop that shit (oh Lord) When you say you love me, it doesn't matter It goes into my head as just chit-chatter (woo) You may think I'm egotistical or just worry free But what you say? I'll go tell it to, Timothy (come on) And people say I'm whack, 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 (oh) Sweat between my thighs, never stinkin' Ya dream is over, career sinkin' I told all of you, like I told all of them Whatcha say to me be, dick to ya chin (woo) In one ear and right out the other "Ayy, yo, Missy you ugly," yeah, ya mother I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate (yeah, woo) You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh (come on) DJ's in the mix shows You better go to the record store and cop that shit (oh Lord) And to the bootleggers lovin' the bootleg We breakin' off both of ya legs, cop that shit (oh Lord) Stop dubbin' CD's for ya friend And I'ma say it again, nigga, cop that shit (oh Lord) 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets So when you hear this CD go and cop that shit (oh Lord) I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno (woah) I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Fat Joe (woo) And understand I got the gift of speech And it's a blessing, bein' from them VA streets (uh-huh) I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem If I wasn't writin' rhymes I'd be breakin' in homes (woo, oh) I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security I'm not afraid, nigga, do what you gon' do to me (go 'head) I get paid when your record is played To put it short (put it short, what?), huh, I got it made (got it made, uh) I'm talented, yes I'm gifted (oh) My uppercut, boy, that'll get ya lifted (woo) You got cash? Man, stop frontin' Livin' on per diem every record that you cuttin' (woo) My name Magoo and I roll wit' two stars (stars) Every CD we split forty-eight bars (bars) My name Magoo and I'm a super duper star (star) Every other month I get a brand new car (a brand new car, come on) DJ's in the mix shows You better go to the record store and cop that shit (oh Lord) And to the bootleggers lovin' the bootleg We breakin' off both of ya legs, cop that shit (oh Lord) Stop dubbin' CD's for ya friend And I'ma say it again, nigga, cop that shit (oh Lord) 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets So when you hear this CD go and cop that shit (oh Lord)
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Written by: Dennis Taylor, Edward Archer, Eric Barrier, Freddie Byrd, Howard Thompson, Jack Hill, Lael Williams, Lana Moorer, Melissa Elliott, Peter Joyner, Robert Beavers, Timothy Mosley, William Griffin, Melvin Lee Barcliff
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