Cop That Shit
Timbaland, Magoo, Missy Elliott
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We are the VA players
Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To you bootleggers, we breakin off both of your legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin with the unexpected
The runaway slave I, Misdemeanor
Escapin from all you fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion Mr. Mosley
It's been a long time, I shouldn'ta left you
Without some little nieces and nephews
To cover all the beats and the rhymes I been through
Time's up, sorry I left you
Thinkin of this, I keep repeatin them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake and Missy Elliott shit
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tuned
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers let it off
Mr. VA 'bout to set it off
I don't know what you heard and I don't know what you know
But my folks done told me (you got it) so
Up jumps the boogie, let the record work
And put me on like you Red Alert
Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo and Missy
Like three the hard way, comin straight out of Virginia
DJ's in the mix shows
You better go to the record store and cop that shit
And to them bootleggers lovin them bootlegs
We breakin off both of your legs, cop that shit
Stop dubbin CD's for your friend
And I'mma say it again nigga, cop that shit
Cause it's the hot shit out on the street
So when you hear this CD go and cop that shit
When you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes into my head as just chit-chatter
You may think I'm egotistical or just worry free
But what you say I go tell it to Timothy
And people say I'm wack but they don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one, pretend to, fantasize
Fact I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs, never stinking
Your dream is over, career sinking
I told all of you like I told all of them
What you say to me be dick to your chin
In one ear and right out the other
(Ayo Missy you ugly!) Yeah your mother
I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait that it takes to hook this
DJ's in the mix shows
You better go to the record store and cop that shit
And to them bootleggers lovin them bootlegs
We breakin off both of your legs, cop that shit
Stop dubbin CD's for your friend
And I'mma say it again nigga, cop that shit
Cause it's the hot shit out on the street
So when you hear this CD go and cop that shit
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Fat Joe
And understand I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessing, bein from them VA streets
I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem
If I wasn't writtin rhymes I'd be breakin in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid nigga, do what you gon' do to me
I get paid when your record is played
To put it short, huh, I got it made
I'm talented, yes I'm gifted
My uppercut boy, that'll get you lifted
You got cash, man stop frontin
Livin off of them, every record that you cuttin
My name Magoo and I roll with two stars
Every CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a super duper star
Every other month I get a brand new car
DJ's in the mix shows
You better go to the record store and cop that shit
And to them bootleggers lovin them bootlegs
We breakin off both of your legs, cop that shit
Stop dubbin CD's for your friend
And I'mma say it again nigga, cop that shit
Cause it's the hot shit out on the street
So when you hear this CD go and cop that shit