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