[{"id":13474389,"name":"Cop That Shit (Feat. Missy Elliott)","trackName":"Cop That Shit (Feat. Missy Elliott)","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo","albumName":"Timbaland & Magoo","duration":213.2375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Missy Elliot)\nWe are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n(Verse 1: Timbaland)\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit (Feat. Missy Elliott)\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: Timbaland & Magoo\n duration_ms: 213238\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":12005825,"name":"Cop That Shit","trackName":"Cop That Shit","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo feat․ Missy Elliott","albumName":"Cop That Shit","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Missy Elliot)\nWe are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n(Verse 1: Timbaland)\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo feat․ Missy Elliott\n album: Cop That Shit\n duration_ms: 213000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":12339085,"name":"Cop That Shit (Clean)","trackName":"Cop That Shit (Clean)","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo Ft. Missy El","albumName":"Cop That Shit","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Missy Elliot)\nWe are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n(Verse 1: Timbaland)\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit (Clean)\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo Ft. Missy El\n album: Cop That Shit\n duration_ms: 213000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":32004205,"name":"Cop that shit (feat Missy Elli","trackName":"Cop that shit (feat Missy Elli","artistName":"Timbaland","albumName":"The Best of Timbaland & Magoo","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\n\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\n\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (You got it! Oh)\n\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike three the hard way!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCop that shit! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving 'em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, Timothy!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\n\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\n\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, Dick to ya chin!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCop that shit! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving 'em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, Cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon' do to me\n\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n\nEvery CD we split forty eight bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCop that shit! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving 'em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and cop that shit! (Oh Lord)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop that shit (feat Missy Elli\n artist: Timbaland\n album: The Best of Timbaland & Magoo\n duration_ms: 215000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (You got it! Oh)\n\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like three the hard way!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n Cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving 'em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n Cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, Timothy!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, Dick to ya chin!\n In one ear and right out the other\n\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n Cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving 'em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, Cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n Cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon' do to me\n\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n\n Every CD we split forty eight bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n Cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving 'em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n Cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and cop that shit! (Oh Lord)\n"},{"id":6664218,"name":"Cop That Shit","trackName":"Cop That Shit","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo","albumName":"Back Home - Chapter Three (15 Sweet Deep House Tunes)","duration":428.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Missy Elliot)\nWe are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n(Verse 1: Timbaland)\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: Back Home - Chapter Three (15 Sweet Deep House Tunes)\n duration_ms: 428000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":1977135,"name":"Cop That Shit","trackName":"Cop That Shit","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo","albumName":"James Hyman Mix, Volume 2","duration":35.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Missy Elliot)\nWe are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n(Verse 1: Timbaland)\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: James Hyman Mix, Volume 2\n duration_ms: 35000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":33087866,"name":"Cop That Shit","trackName":"Cop That Shit","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo","albumName":"Best of Black ’03","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Missy Elliot)\nWe are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n(Verse 1: Timbaland)\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: Best of Black ’03\n duration_ms: 215000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":32964146,"name":"Cop That Shit","trackName":"Cop That Shit","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo","albumName":"1200's Never Die","duration":149.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Missy Elliot)\nWe are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n(Verse 1: Timbaland)\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: 1200's Never Die\n duration_ms: 149000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":31885802,"name":"Cop That Shit","trackName":"Cop That Shit","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo","albumName":"Les Inrockuptibles Présentent : Une Rentrée 2003, Volume 2","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Missy Elliot)\nWe are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n(Verse 1: Timbaland)\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: 'Les Inrockuptibles Présentent : Une Rentrée 2003, Volume 2'\n duration_ms: 214000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":19228139,"name":"Cop That Shit","trackName":"Cop That Shit","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo","albumName":"Bravo Black Hits Vol.10","duration":217.286531,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Missy Elliot)\nWe are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n(Verse 1: Timbaland)\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: Bravo Black Hits Vol.10\n duration_ms: 217287\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":19244541,"name":"Cop That Shit","trackName":"Cop That Shit","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo","albumName":"Under Construction, Part II","duration":213.133333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Missy Elliot)\nWe are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n(Verse 1: Timbaland)\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: Under Construction, Part II\n duration_ms: 213133\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":39472792,"name":"Cop that shit","trackName":"Cop that shit","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo","albumName":"Now listen again","duration":18.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Missy Elliot)\nWe are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n(Verse 1: Timbaland)\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop that shit\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: Now listen again\n duration_ms: 17733\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":39526781,"name":"Cop That Shit","trackName":"Cop That Shit","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo","albumName":"MoS The Sound of Smoove","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Missy Elliot)\nWe are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n(Verse 1: Timbaland)\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: MoS The Sound of Smoove\n duration_ms: 270640\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":38488270,"name":"Cop That Shit","trackName":"Cop That Shit","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo","albumName":"Present","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro: Missy Elliot)\nWe are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n(Verse 1: Timbaland)\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: Present\n duration_ms: 213000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":22267955,"name":"Cop that shit","trackName":"Cop that shit","artistName":"TIMBALAND & MAGOO feat. 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Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop that shit\n artist: TIMBALAND & MAGOO feat. 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Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":16444387,"name":"Cop That Shit Feat. 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Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.46] (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n[00:05.45] We are the VA players\n[00:10.75] Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n[00:12.70] To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n[00:15.76] The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n[00:17.90] The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n[00:20.79] Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n[00:23.76] Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n[00:26.38] (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n[00:27.37] It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n[00:29.82] Without some little nieces and nephews\n[00:32.13] To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n[00:34.47] Time's up, sorry I left you\n[00:36.96] Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n[00:39.15] Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n[00:41.66] As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n[00:43.91] As you hear it, pump up the volume\n[00:46.86] Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n[00:48.58] Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n[00:50.96] Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n[00:53.85] Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n[00:55.83] So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n[00:57.74] And put me on like you red alert\n[01:00.20] 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n[01:02.48] Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n[01:05.24] (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n[01:06.10] DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n[01:08.73] COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n[01:09.88] And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n[01:11.51] We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n[01:13.86] Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n[01:17.35] COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n[01:19.66] 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n[01:21.92] So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n[01:23.35] (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n[01:23.83] When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n[01:27.02] It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n[01:29.04] You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n[01:31.00] Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n[01:34.00] People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n[01:36.21] Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n[01:38.42] I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n[01:41.13] Fact I despise, those who even try\n[01:43.29] Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n[01:46.18] Yo dream is over, career sinking\n[01:48.27] I told all of you, like I told all of them\n[01:50.75] Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n[01:53.50] In one ear and right out the other\n[01:55.53] \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n[01:57.74] I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n[01:59.86] You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n[02:01.99] (Chorus)\n[02:02.58] (Verse 3: Magoo)\n[03:07.40] I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n[03:08.99] I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n[03:11.16] And understand I got the gift of speech\n[03:13.64] And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n[03:15.79] I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n[03:17.99] If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n[03:20.43] I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n[03:22.90] I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n[03:25.56] I get paid when your record is played\n[03:27.99] To put it short, heh I got it made\n[03:29.67] I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n[03:32.69] My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n[03:34.94] You got cash? man stop frontin\n[03:37.50] Living off damn every record that you cutting\n[03:39.71] My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n[03:42.69] Every CD we split 48 bars\n[03:44.41] My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n[03:47.02] Every other month I get a brand new car!\n[03:49.30] (Chorus)\n[04:19.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit Feat. 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Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":120015,"name":"Cop That Shit (Feat. 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Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit (Feat. Missy Elliott)\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: Under Construction, Part II\n duration_ms: 213000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":30120067,"name":"Cop That Shit (Feat. 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Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit (Feat. Missy Elliott)\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: Original Summer R'n'B Selection\n duration_ms: 218000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"},{"id":33190311,"name":"Cop that Shit (featuring Missy Elliot)","trackName":"Cop that Shit (featuring Missy Elliot)","artistName":"Timbaland & Magoo","albumName":"Under Construction Part II","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We are the VA players\nLove to the Neptunes and the Clipse\nTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\nThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\nThe run away slave I, Mistameanor\nEscaping from all ya fraudulent players\nLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\nIt's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\nWithout some little nieces and nephews\nTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\nTime's up, sorry I left you\nThinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\nLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\nAs you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\nAs you hear it, pump up the volume\nJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\nMr. VA 'bout to set it off\nWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\nWell my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to this, huh\n\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop that Shit (featuring Missy Elliot)\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: Under Construction Part II\n duration_ms: 213000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to this, huh\n\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n"},{"id":19698604,"name":"Cop That Shit (feat. 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Oh)\nSo, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\nAnd put me on like you red alert\n'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\nLike THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n(Chorus: Missy Elliot)\nDJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nAnd to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\nWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\nStop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\nCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\nSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n(Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\nWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter\nIt goes into my head as just chit-chatter\nYou may think I'm egotistical or just very free\nWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\nPeople say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\nLet them pretend to be me, then they know\nI hate when one, pretend to fantasize\nFact I despise, those who even try\nSweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\nYo dream is over, career sinking\nI told all of you, like I told all of them\nWhatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\nIn one ear and right out the other\n\"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\nI don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\nYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse 3: Magoo)\nI'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\nI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\nAnd understand I got the gift of speech\nAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\nI talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\nIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\nI'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\nI'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\nI get paid when your record is played\nTo put it short, heh I got it made\nI'm talented, yes I'm gifted\nMy uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\nYou got cash? man stop frontin\nLiving off damn every record that you cutting\nMy name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\nEvery CD we split 48 bars\nMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\nEvery other month I get a brand new car!\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Cop That Shit (feat. Missy Elliott)\n artist: Timbaland & Magoo\n album: Solid Steel Presents DJ Food & DK - Now, Listen Again!\n duration_ms: 17789\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Intro: Missy Elliot)\n We are the VA players\n Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse\n To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs\n The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected\n The run away slave I, Mistameanor\n Escaping from all ya fraudulent players\n Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley\n\n (Verse 1: Timbaland)\n It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you\n Without some little nieces and nephews\n To cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been through\n Time's up, sorry I left you\n Thinking of this, I keep repeating them hits\n Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)\n As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone\n As you hear it, pump up the volume\n Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)\n Mr. VA 'bout to set it off\n Well I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya know\n Well my folks don' told me, (YOU GOT IT! Oh)\n So, \"Up Jumps the Boogie\", let the record work (Uh huh)\n And put me on like you red alert\n 'Cause it's the big bad Timmy, Maganoo, and Missy\n Like THREE THE HARD WAY!, comin' straight out of Virginia\n\n (Chorus: Missy Elliot)\n DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs\n We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca\n COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n 'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets\n So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)\n\n (Verse 2: Missy Elliot)\n When you say you love me, it doesn't matter\n It goes into my head as just chit-chatter\n You may think I'm egotistical or just very free\n Won'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!\n People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so\n Let them pretend to be me, then they know\n I hate when one, pretend to fantasize\n Fact I despise, those who even try\n Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking\n Yo dream is over, career sinking\n I told all of you, like I told all of them\n Whatcha say to me be, DICK TO YA CHIN!\n In one ear and right out the other\n \"Ayyio Missy you ugly!\" yeah ya mother\n I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate\n You ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Verse 3: Magoo)\n I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno\n I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Vagil\n And understand I got the gift of speech\n And it's a blessing, being from them VA streets\n I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem\n If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes\n I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security\n I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me\n I get paid when your record is played\n To put it short, heh I got it made\n I'm talented, yes I'm gifted\n My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted\n You got cash? man stop frontin\n Living off damn every record that you cutting\n My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars\n Every CD we split 48 bars\n My name Magoo and I'm a supadupa star\n Every other month I get a brand new car!\n\n (Chorus)\n"}]