(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, oogie, oogie    [Verse 3: Missy]    M-C's mad at me  But you better get back  I'm bout to ratta-tat-tat  Tiggy-tigga-tat   Lay me flat on my back  In fact, I interact and make the track turn phat  You heard that  Have it, give it to me daddy  Cut it like confetti  I know y'all said mother uuh wasn't ready  You back in the studio, yeah I got you sweatin  Timbaland my man, chica my man  Beep beep  In the caravan, there go my man  Magoo, what you got plans for pullin down your pants?  So Magoo know dat, why you trippin like dat?  Is it pissed  I make a list, of those who diss  Who try to be me cause my style sickening  He-huh  Yeah and my phone's ringing  Bdadadrrrrrrrrrr..mmmm  Gone    [Chorus:]    Up jumps da boogie  Boogie jumps me (say what?)  Up jumps da boogie  Boogie jumps me (say what?)  Up jumps da boogie  Boogie jumps me (say what?)  Up jumps da boogie  Boogie jumps me (say what?)    [Verse 4: Magoo]    Verse number two  Two verse rhyme  When I get greens, I gets a dime  Peace to god, my neice, to Mario  Y'all don't know nuthin bout Jamario  Huckle Berry Finn  I'm country and I'm thin  They make rock eat and buy my black Benz  Hook it up with tens with candy coat  Me and Cheech and Chong rope, but still smoke  Smell like butter  Salt n' Pepa push me   How to be a player squeezin on your tushy  Mag in a row of all wannabee's  When Wimbledon drank all the teas  Eating Rice-A-Roni with Toni Toni Tone  Keep Cindy Crawford, to me she's to boney  See another Rain, unless you know Missy  Clown suit on so don't you dare diss me    [Verse 5: Timbaland]    Now I'm gonna make my rap only eight bar  On this track Maganoo's the star  One of my favorite rapper's Nas Escobar  I listen to his tape driving in my car  Now let me get back into the groove  Tap the person standing next to you  Tell him or she to move side to side  And tell them to keep the party live to live    [Verse 6: Missy]    Up jumps da boogie  Boogie jumps me  Got to move my knees straight down to my feet  Down to my hands, clap, clap  Tell me where the party at? Where we boogie at?  Up jumps da boogie  Boogie my flow  Yo-ziggy-yo Timbaland here we go  Y'all to slow to make this kinda doe  Shoot you don't know, shoot you don't know    [Chorus]