Lyrics Up Jumps da' Boogie - Timbaland
Chorus
(Aaliyah)
Keep
it
up
We
gon'
show
you
how
we
party
(Timbaland)
Up
jumps
the
boogie
(repeat
3X)
(repeat
4X)
(Verse
1- Magoo)
I
feel
for
all
beats
like
girls
jump
for
dicks
Don't
sult
the
next
man,
keep
that
Lindbergh
shit
Up
in
the
cut,
like
gay
niggas
and
butt
I'm
black
with
Indian,
my
race
should
be
mutt
I
cut
wit
razorblades,
play
spades
wit
Aunt
Venus
Evaluate
this
rap,
take
heed
a
fuckin
genius
Up
in
tha
sky,
up
high,
don't
puff
lie
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
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
at
eight
five-o
now
here
we
go
Please,
please
brother
don't
slam
my
car
doe
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
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,
my
self
be
so
hot
Touch
my
hot
spot,
I
scream
till
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
tha
bedroom
wrecka
Double
decka,
make
you
wanna
beat
yo
pecker
And
then
leave
yo
bitch,
'cause
this
uhhhh!
be
betta
(Chorus
- All)
Keep
it
up
Up
jumps
the
boogie,
the
boogie
jumps
the
beat
Up
jumps
the
boogie,
the
boogie
jumps
the
beat
(repeat
3X)
Keep
it
up
(Aaliyah)
We
gon'
show
you
how
we
party
(repeat
2X)
(Verse
4- Magoo)
Prepare
to
get
wet
like
Jheri
curl
juice
You
tight
like
virgin
pussy,
my
rap
get
you
loose
I
bump
like
acne,
take
honey
from
a
bee
My
style
is
like
a
safe,
without
the
fuckin
key
I
come
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
Nitwit
you
stupid,
I'm
butter
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
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,
da
boogie
jumps
the
beat
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
6- Missy)
I'm
tha
best
And
that's
B
and
that's
capital
I
hang
low
like
testicles
MC's
wanna
copy
these
many
flows,
ho's
betta
back
up
Fore
they
get
slapped
up,
back
up
and
go
tell
mommy
that
I
backed
up
you,
you
you
you
you
and
yo
whole
crew
What
whatcha
whatcha
gone
do
Uhhhhhhhh
what
whatcha
gone
do,
to
me
The
M-I-double
S-Y-E
Run
it
back
to
me
It's
gonna
be
some
tragedy
(Chorus
- All)
(repeat
until
fade)
1 Luv 2 Luv U
2 Luv 2 Luv U - Remix
3 Ms. Parker
4 Clock Strikes
5 Up Jumps da' Boogie
6 Beep Beep
7 Drop
8 Smoke in da' Air
9 Intro Buddha
10 Feel it
11 Joy
12 Man Undercover
13 Sex Beat (Interlude)
14 Deep in your Memory
15 Peepin' my Style
16 Written' Rhymes
17 Clock Strikes - Remix
18 Up Jumps da Boogie (remix)
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