Up Jumps Da Boogie Remix Lyrics

Up Jumps Da Boogie Remix lyrics

featuring 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, oogie, oogie  

  

 Verse 3: Missy  

  

 M-C's mad at me  

 But you better get back  

 I'm bout to ratta-tat-tat  

 Tiggy-tigga-tat  

 Lay me flat on my back  

 In fact, I interact and make the track turn phat  

 You heard that  

 Have it, give it to me daddy  

 Cut it like confetti  

 I know y'all said mother uuh wasn't ready  

 You back in the studio, yeah I got you sweatin  

 Timbaland my man, chica my man  

 Beep beep  

 In the caravan, there go my man  

 Magoo, what you got plans for pullin down your pants?  

 So Magoo know dat, why you trippin like dat?  

 Is it pissed  

 I make a list, of those who diss  

 Who try to be me cause my style sickening  

 He-huh  

 Yeah and my phone's ringing  

 Bdadadrrrrrrrrrr..mmmm  

 Gone  

  

 Chorus:  

  

 Up jumps da boogie  

 Boogie jumps me (say what?)  

 Up jumps da boogie  

 Boogie jumps me (say what?)  

 Up jumps da boogie  

 Boogie jumps me (say what?)  

 Up jumps da boogie  

 Boogie jumps me (say what?)  

  

 Verse 4: Magoo  

  

 Verse number two  

 Two verse rhyme  

 When I get greens, I gets a dime  

 Peace to god, my neice, to Mario  

 Y'all don't know nuthin bout Jamario  

 Huckle Berry Finn  

 I'm country and I'm thin  

 They make rock eat and buy my black Benz  

 Hook it up with tens with candy coat  

 Me and Cheech and Chong rope, but still smoke  

 Smell like butter  

 Salt n' Pepa push me  

 How to be a player squeezin on your tushy  

 Mag in a row of all wannabee's  

 When Wimbledon drank all the teas  

 Eating Rice-A-Roni with Toni Toni Tone  

 Keep Cindy Crawford, to me she's to boney  

 See another Rain, unless you know Missy  

 Clown suit on so don't you dare diss me  

  

 Verse 5: Timbaland  

  

 Now I'm gonna make my rap only eight bar  

 On this track Maganoo's the star  

 One of my favorite rapper's Nas Escobar  

 I listen to his tape driving in my car  

 Now let me get back into the groove  

 Tap the person standing next to you  

 Tell him or she to move side to side  

 And tell them to keep the party live to live  

  

 Verse 6: Missy  

  

 Up jumps da boogie  

 Boogie jumps me  

 Got to move my knees straight down to my feet  

 Down to my hands, clap, clap  

 Tell me where the party at? Where we boogie at?  

 Up jumps da boogie  

 Boogie my flow  

 Yo-ziggy-yo Timbaland here we go  

 Y'all to slow to make this kinda doe  

 Shoot you don't know, shoot you don't know  

  

 Chorus