[Timbaland (whispering)] Up jumps da boogie (repeat 3X)
 	(repeat all 4X)

 Verse One: Magoo

 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 niggaz, in butt
 I'm black wit indian, my race should be mutt
 I cut with razor blades, play spades with Aunt Venus
 E-valuate this rap, take heed a fuckin genius
 Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye
 Do you smoke crack Sam?  Prepare to fuckin die
 Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow
 You thought I had eight, but I got ten mo'
 Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street
 I stink like pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat

 Verse Two: Timbaland

 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 do'
 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 Three: Missy

 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 til I can't stop
 Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)
 Give it to me daddy and
 Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)
 Yup, yup like Teddy
 Teddy, ready with tha one two checka
 No Diggity, Missy be the bedroom wrecka
 Double decka, make you wanna beat your pecka
 And then leave your bitch, cause this uhhh! be better

 Chorus: everybody

 Give it up!
 Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4X)
 Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party
 Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 2X)
 Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party

 Verse Four: Magoo

 Prepare to get wet, like Jheri Curl juice
 You tight like virgin pussy, my rap get you loose
 I bump like ac-ne, take honey from a bee
 My style is like a safe, without da fuckin 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
 Nit-wit you stupid, I'm butter don't need grits
 Make fits like seizure, lick clit to please ya
 I book then read ya, follow da leader
 Like Jews and Chinese, I own your rap lease
 The wackness must cease, prepare for yo' release

 Verse Five: Timbaland

 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 TV
 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 freakin smile at me
 This is a stick-up, so give up yo' wallet please

 Verse Six: Missy

 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, foe they get slapped up
 Pack up and go tell mommy, that I backed up you
 You you you, and your whole screw
 What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do uhh, what whatcha gon' do
 To me, the M-I-double S-Y-E
 Wanna battle me, it's gonna be some tragedy

 Chorus: everybody

 Give it up!  We gon' show, you how we party
 Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4X)
 	(repeat all 2X)

 Give it up!  We gon' show, you how we party
 (repeat to fade