Timbaland - Cop That sh** (Mousse T Main Mix) lyrics

[Missy] (Timbaland) (Oh, huh) We are the V-A players Love to the Neptunes and the Clipse (huh, huh) To ya bootleggers we breakin' off both of ya legs, whoo The underrated Maganoo comin' with the unexpected, yeah The run away slave, I, Misdemeanor Escapin' from all ya fraudulent players, huh Last but not least the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley (I'm gon' do it for ya), come on [Timbaland] It's been a long time, time, I shouldn't have left you, aha Without some little nieces and nephews To cover all the beats and the rhymes I been through Time's up, up, sorry I left you, whoo Thinkin' of this, I keep repeatin' them hits Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake and Missy Elliott sh**, 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, let it off, off, whoo Mr. V-A bout to set it off, off Well I don't know what ya heard and I don't know what ya know But my folks done 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 outta Virginia like [Missy] DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and Cop that sh**! (Oh Lord) And to the bootleggers lovin' the bootlegs, we breakin' off both of ya legs Cop that sh**! (Oh Lord) Stop dubbin' CD's for ya friend and I'm a say it again nucca Cop that sh**! (Oh Lord) Cause this the hottest sh** out on the street, so when you hear this CD go and Cop that sh**! (Oh Lord) [Inaya Day] (Timbaland) (Oh) DJ's play my joint out loud Get their ears bangin', makin' 'em shout (aha) Said it once, I'll say it again Cop that disc is ready to spin [Missy] Cop that sh**, 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 What ya say, I go tell it to Timothy, and 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 Your dream is over, career sinking I told all of you like I told all of them What ya say to me be dick to ya chin In one ear and right out the other Ay yo 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 [Missy] DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and Cop that sh**! (Oh Lord) And to the bootleggers lovin' the bootlegs, we breakin' off both of ya legs Cop that sh**! (Oh Lord) Stop dubbin' CD's for ya friend and I'm a say it again nucca Cop that sh**! (Oh Lord) Cause this the hottest sh** out on the street, so when you hear this CD go and Cop that sh**! (Oh Lord) [Magoo] (Timbaland) I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno (oh) I'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to Fat Joe (whoo) And understand I got the gift of speech And it's a blessing, being from them V-A streets (aha) I talk sense condensed in the form of a poem If I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homes (whoo) I'm kinda young (oh), so my gun's my security I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon' do to me (come on) I get paid when your record is played To put it short (to put it short), huh, I got it made I'm talented, yes, I'm gifted (oh) My uppercut boy that'll get you lifted (whoo) You got cash, mand stop frontin' Livin' off a damn every record that you cuttin' (whoo) My name Magoo and I roll with two stars (stars) Every CD we split forty-eight bars (bars) My name Magoo and I'm a super duper star (star) Every other month I get a brand new car (whoo, come on) [Missy] DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and Cop that sh**! (Oh Lord) And to the bootleggers lovin' the bootlegs, we breakin' off both of ya legs Cop that sh**! (Oh Lord) Stop dubbin' CD's for ya friend and I'm a say it again nucca Cop that sh**! (Oh Lord) Cause this the hottest sh** out on the street, so when you hear this CD go and Cop that sh**! (Oh Lord) [Inaya Day] (Missy) Yeah, DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and (Cop that sh**, Oh Lord) And to the bootleggers lovin' the bootlegs, we breakin' off both of ya legs (Cop that sh**, Oh Lord) Stop dubbin' CD's for ya friend and I'm a say it again nucca (Cop that sh**, Oh Lord) Cause this the hottest sh** out on the street, so when you hear this CD go and (Cop that sh**, Oh Lord)