Jomo Hankerson - Up Jumps Da Boogie lyrics

[Hook x4: Aaliyah] Give it up We gon' show you how we party [Verse 1: Magoo] I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks Don't salt the next man, keep that Lindbergh sh** Up in the cut like gay n***as, in bu*t I'm Black with Indian, my race should be mutt I cut with razor blades, play spades with Aunt Venus Evaluate this rap, take heed a f**in' genius Up in the sky, up high don't puff lye Do you smoke crack Sam, prepare to f**in' die f** Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow You thought I had eight but I got ten more Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street I stink like Pop's feet, make sweat with 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 door It costs too much money to get that sh** fixed I need all my money to pay my bills with Don't have no time for the shucking and jiving Peep my rhyme cause that sh**'s off-timing [Verse 3: Missy Elliott] 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, uhh Give it to me daddy and uhh Yup, yup like Teddy Teddy, ready with the one two checker No Diggity, Missy be the bedroom wrecka Double-decker, make you wanna beat your pecker And then leave your b**h, cause this (uh) be better [Hook] [Verse 4: Magoo] Prepare to get wet like Jheri Curl juice You tight like virgin p**y, my rap get you loose I bump like acne, take honey from a bee My style is like a safe without the f**ing key I cum cause I'm a nut, don't bleed when I'm cut No fan of Madonna, she just a damn s*ut So sit you damn dog and bow to my sh** Nit-wit you stupid, I'm bu*ter don't need grits Make fits like seizure, lick clit to please ya I book then read ya, follow the leader Like Jews and Chinese, I own your rap lease The wackness must cease, prepare for your release [Verse 5: Timbaland] I'm up in these labels trying to handle my business Been making 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 freaking smile at me This is a stick-up so give up your wallet please [Verse 6: Missy Elliott] 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 [Hook]