Timbaland - Up Jumps Da Boogie tab

"Up Jumps Da Boogie"
Album: Welcome to Our World
Released: 1997
tabbed by: qweyet Gi

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Verse 1: [Magoo] I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks Don't salt the next man, keep that Lindbergh s*** Up in the cut, like gay n*****, in butt I'm black wit Indian, my race should be mutt I cut with razor blades, play spades with Aunt Venus Evaluate this rap, take heed a f******* genius Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye Do you smoke crack Sam? Prepare to f****** die F*** 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 2: [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 s*** 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, s**** off-timin' Verse 3: [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, myself 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 the one, two checka No diggity, Missy be the bedroom wrecka Double decka, make you wanna beat your pecka And then leave your b****, cause this "uhhh!" be betta Chorus: (Give it up!) Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (Give it up! we gon' show, you how we party) Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (Give it up! we gon show, you how we party) Verse 4: [Magoo] Prepare to get wet, like jheri curl juice You tight like virgin p****, my rap get you loose I bump like ac-ne, take honey from a bee My style is like a safe, without the f****** key I c** '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 s*** Nit-wit you stupid, I'm butter don't need grits Make fits like seizure, lick c*** to please ya I book then read ya, follow the leada Like Jews and Chinese, I own your rap lease The wackness must cease, prepare for yo release Verse 5: [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 mans powder See a white man scared, from a black mans power Back to reality, please don't freakin' smile at me This is a stick-up, so give up yo wallet please Verse 6: Missy I'm the best, and thats "B", and thats capital I hang low like testicles, emcees 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 crew What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do uhh, what whatcha gon' do To me, the M-I-double S-Y-E Wanna battle me, its gonna be some tragedy [Chorus]
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