Lyrics Timbo Cop That Shit - Timbaland & Magoo, Magoo & Missy Elliott
We
are
the
VA
players
Love
to
the
Neptunes
and
the
Clipse
To
ya
bootleggers
we
breaking
off
both
of
ya
legs
The
underrated
Maganoo,
comin'
with
the
unexpected
The
run
away
slave
I,
Mistameanor
Escaping
from
all
ya
fraudulent
players
Last
but
not
least,
the
heavyweight
champion,
Mr.
Mosley
It's
been
a
long
time,
I
shouldn't
have
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
Thinking
of
this,
I
keep
repeating
them
hits
Like
that
Aaliyah,
Timberlake,
or
Missy
Elliott
shit
(Shit)
As
you
sit
by
the
radio,
hands
on
the
dial
tone
As
you
hear
it,
pump
up
the
volume
Jump
when
you
hear
them
speakers
left
it
off
(Off)
Mr.
VA
'bout
to
set
it
off
Well
I
don't
know
what
you
heard,
and
I
don't
know
what
ya
know
Well
my
folks
don'
told
me,
(YOU
GOT
IT!
Oh)
So,
"Up
Jumps
the
Boogie",
let
the
record
work
(Uh
huh)
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!
(Oh
Lord)
And
to
the
bootleggers
giving
em
bootlegs
We
breaking
off
both
of
ya
legs,
COP
THAT
SHIT!
(Oh
Lord)
Stop
burnin'
CD's
for
ya
friend
and
I'ma
say
it
again,
nucca
COP
THAT
SHIT!
(Oh
Lord)
'Cause
this
the
hot
shit,
out
on
the
streets
So
when
you
hear
this
CD
go
and
COP
THAT
SHIT!
(Oh
Lord)
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
very
free
Won'tcha
say
I
go
tell
it
to,
TIMOTHY!
People
say
I'm
whack,
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
Yo
dream
is
over,
career
sinking
I
told
all
of
you,
like
I
told
all
of
them
Whatcha
say
to
me
be,
DICK
TO
YA
CHIN!
In
one
ear
and
right
out
the
other
"Ayyio
Missy
you
ugly!"
yeah
ya
mother
I
don't
pay
attention,
I
don't
concentrate
You
ain't
got
the
bait,
that
it
takes
to
this,
huh
I'm
your
idol,
the
highest
title,
numero
uno
I'm
not
a
Puerto
Rican
but
I
do
look
up
to
Vagil
And
understand
I
got
the
gift
of
speech
And
it's
a
blessing,
being
from
them
VA
streets
I
talk
sense
condensed
in
the
form
of
a
poem
If
I
wasn't
writing
rhymes
I'd
be
breaking
in
homes
I'm
kinda
young,
so
my
gun's
my
security
I'm
not
afraid
nucca
do
what
you
gon
do
to
me
I
get
paid
when
your
record
is
played
To
put
it
short,
heh
I
got
it
made
I'm
talented,
yes
I'm
gifted
My
uppercut
boy
that'll
get
ya
lifted
You
got
cash?
man
stop
frontin
Living
off
damn
every
record
that
you
cutting
My
name
Magoo
and
I
roll
wit
two
stars
Every
CD
we
split
48
bars
My
name
Magoo
and
I'm
a
supadupa
star
Every
other
month
I
get
a
brand
new
car!
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1 Give It to Me
2 Morning After Dark
3 Release
4 Drop
5 Beep Beep
6 Carry On
7 Say Something
8 Indian Flute
9 Timbo Cop That Shit
10 Here We Come
11 Apologize
12 Clock Strike
13 Sceam
14 Way I Ware
15 Up Jump Da Boogie (remix)
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