Cop That Shit (feat. Missy Elliott) (Explicit) - Timbaland/Magoo/Missy Elliott

Composed by：Melvin Barcliff/Timothy Mosley/Dennis Taylor/Edward Archer/Eric Barrier/Freddie Byrd/Howie Thompson/Jack Hill/Jackey Beavers/Lael Williams/Lana Moorer/Preston Joyner/William Griffin

Produced by：Timbaland

We are the va players

Love to the neptunes and the clipse

To ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legs

The underrated maganoo comin' with the unexpected

The run away slave I mistameanor

Escaping from all ya fraudulent players

Last but not least the heavyweight champion Mr mosley

Come on

It's been a long time I shouldn't have left you

Without some little nieces and nephews

To cover all the beats and the rhymes I been through

Time's up sorry I left you

Thinking of this I keep repeating them hits

Like that aaliyah timberlake or missy elliott **** ****

As you sit by the radio hands on the dial tone

As you hear it pump up the volume

Jump when you hear them speakers left it off off

Mr va 'bout to set it off

Well I don't know what you heard and I don't know what ya know

Well my folks don' told me you got it oh

So up jumps the boogie let the record work uh huh

And put me on like you red alert

'Cause it's the big bad timmy maganoo and missy

Like three the hard way comin' straight out of virginia

Dj's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and

Cop that **** oh Lord

And to the bootleggers giving 'em bootlegs

We breaking off both of ya legs cop that **** oh Lord

Stop burnin' cd's for ya friend and I'ma say it again nucca

Cop that **** oh Lord

'Cause this the hot **** out on the streets

So when you hear this cd go and cop that **** oh Lord

When you say you love me it doesn't matter

It goes into my head as just chit-chatter

You may think I'm egotistical or just very free

Won'tcha say I go tell it to timothy

People say I'm whack but they don't tell me so

Let them pretend to be me then they know

I hate when one pretend to fantasize

Fact I despise those who even try

Sweat between my thighs never stinking

Yo dream is over career sinking

I told all of you like I told all of them

Whatcha say to me be d**k to ya chin

In one ear and right out the other

Ayyio missy you ugly yeah ya mother

I don't pay attention I don't concentrate

You ain't got the bait that it takes to hook this huh

Dj's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and

Cop that **** oh Lord

And to the bootleggers giving 'em bootlegs

We breaking off both of ya legs cop that **** oh Lord

Stop burnin' cd's for ya friend and I'ma say it again nucca

Cop that **** oh Lord

'Cause this the hot **** out on the streets

So when you hear this cd go and cop that **** oh Lord

I'm your idol the highest title numero uno

I'm not a puerto rican but I do look up to vagil

And understand I got the gift of speech

And it's a blessing being from them va streets

I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem

If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes

I'm kinda young so my gun's my security

I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me

I get paid when your record is played

To put it short heh I got it made

I'm talented yes I'm gifted

My uppercut boy that'll get ya lifted

You got cash man stop frontin

Living off damn every record that you cutting

My name magoo and I roll wit two stars

Every cd we split 48 bars

My name magoo and I'm a supadupa star

Every other month I get a brand new car

Dj's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and

Cop that **** oh Lord

And to the bootleggers giving 'em bootlegs

We breaking off both of ya legs cop that **** oh Lord

Stop burnin' cd's for ya friend and I'ma say it again nucca

Cop that **** oh Lord

'Cause this the hot **** out on the streets

So when you hear this cd go and cop that **** oh Lord