(feat. Missy)

Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie

Like dat

Up Jumps

Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie

Like dat

Up Jumps

Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie

Like dat

Up Jumps

Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie

Like dat

Up Jumps



[Verse 1: Magoo]



Mag and double-ooh came to move your body

M-C old school like Lodi Dodi

When you hear Up Jumps Da Boogie

Dance till you can't and shake your cookie

People to the left like Mag to def

People to the right need to clean your breath

Bigger than my butt, pulled out some cheese

We the best on the scene since the three degrees

Aachoo sneeze

Cool like the breeze

Me and Timbaland two Master P's

I hope you bout it

Cause I been bout it

South on the rise, V-8 bout it bout it (uuuh)

Driven in my '89 Mercury

Record label don't you try to carry me

Got some of that project in me

Get dem flashback, you besta all flee



[Verse 2: Timbaland]



I'm the dope producer in the industry

I'm tired of producers bitin' on my beats

Baby, thats cool, I ain't got no beef

But you must pay me producers fee

I am the man with the ill ass sound

I got all the execs saying I love that sound

Timbaland was next on the agenda

A house, some stocks, three zorts for the winter

Don't y'all sappy fools get mad at me

Because I became a millionaire in a year times G

I thank god for blessing me

I give all my thanks to the all mighty

Now I'm just chillin in my house in Rohb beach

Now it's time to catch a plane to N-Y-C

This is the remix to Up Jumps Da Boogie

Boogie, woogie, woogie

Oogie,