[Intro: Missy Elliott | Timbaland]
(Oh) We are the VA players
Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breakin' off both of your legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpected (Yeah)
The runaway slave, I, Misdemeanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least (I'm gonna do it for ya)
The heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley (Come on)

[Verse 1: Timbaland]
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 sh--
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tune
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 done told me (You got it)
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, like
[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
Cop that disc (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers lovin' to bootleg
We breaking off both of your legs, cop that disc (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' CD's from your friend and I'ma say it again, playa
Cop that disc (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hottest joint out on the street
So when you hear this CD go and cop that disc (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
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 worry-free
But you say I'll go tell it to Timothy
And people say I'm wack 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
Smell between my thighs (​*sniff*),​​​ never stinking
Your dream is over, career sinking
I told all of you like I told all of them
What you say to me, you get a fist to your chin
In one ear and right out the other
("Ayo Missy, you ugly") Yeah, your mother
I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait that it takes to hook this, huh
[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
Cop that disc (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers lovin' to bootleg
We breakin' off both of your legs, cop that disc (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' CD's from your friend and I'ma say it again, playa
Cop that disc (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hottest joint out on the street
So when you hear this CD go and cop that disc (Oh Lord)

[Verse 3: Magoo]
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Fat Joe
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 breakin' in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid, come do what you gon' do to me
I get paid when your record is played
To put it short, huh, 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'
Livin' on per diem every record that you cuttin'
My name Magoo and I roll wit two stars
Every CD we split 48 bars
My name Magoo and I'm a super duper star
Every other month I get a brand new car
[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
Cop that disc (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers lovin' to bootleg
We breakin' off both of your legs, cop that disc (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' CD's from your friend and I'ma say it again, playa
Cop that disc (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hottest joint out on the street
So when you hear this CD go and cop that disc (Oh Lord)