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Timbaland

Genres: Hip-Hop

Cop That Sh** Lyrics - Timbaland

(Intro: Missy Elliott) 

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 

 

(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 shit (Shit) 

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 

 

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(Chorus: Missy Elliott) 

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

COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord) 

And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs 

We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord) 

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

COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord) 

'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streets 

So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (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 

 

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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 {*sniff*} never stinking 

Yo dream is over, career sinking 

I told all of you, like I told all of them 

Whatcha say to me be, DICK 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 

 

(Chorus) 

 

(Verse 3: Magoo) 

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! 

 

(Chorus) 

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