Da boogie  da boogie  da boogie  da boogie 
Like dat 
Up Jumps 
Da boogie  da boogie  da boogie  da boogie 
Like dat 
Up Jumps 
Da boogie  da boogie  da boogie  da boogie 
Like dat 
Up Jumps 
Da boogie  da boogie  da boogie  da boogie 
Like dat 
Up Jumps 

Verse 1: Magoo 

Mag and double ooh came to move your body 
M old school like Lodi Dodi 
When you hear Up Jumps Da Boogie 
Dance till you can't and shake your cookie 
People to the left like Mag to def 
People to the right need to clean your breath 
Bigger than my butt, pulled out some cheese 
We the best on the scene since the three degrees 
Aachoo sneeze 
Cool like the breeze 
Me and Timbaland two Master P's 
I hope you bout it 
Cause I been bout it 
South on the rise, V-8 bout it bout it (uuuh) 
Driven in my '89 Mercury 
Record label don't you try to carry me 
Got some of that project in me 
Get dem flashback, you besta all flee 

Verse 2: Timbaland 

I'm the dope producer in the industry 
I'm tired of producers bitin' on my beats 
Baby, thats cool, I ain't got no beef 
But you must pay me producers fee 
I am the man with the ill [bad word] sound 
I got all the execs saying I love that sound 
Timbaland was next on the agenda 
house, some stocks, three zorts for the winter 
Don't y'all sappy fools get mad at me 
Because I became a millionaire in a year times 
I thank god for blessing me 
I give all my thanks to the all mighty 
Now I'm just chillin in my house in Rohb beach 
Now it's time to catch a plane to N-Y-
This is the remix to Up Jumps Da Boogie 
Boogie, woogie, woogie 
Oogie, oogie, oogie 

Verse 3: Missy 

M-C's mad at me 
But you better get back 
I'm bout to ratta-tat-tat 
Tiggy-tigga-tat 
Lay me flat on my back 
In fact, I interact and make the track turn phat 
You heard that 
Have it, give it to me daddy 
Cut it like confetti 
I know y'all said mother uuh wasn't ready 
You back in the studio, yeah I got you sweatin 
Timbaland my man, chica my man 
Beep beep 
In the caravan, there go my man 
Magoo, what you got plans for pullin down your pants? 
So Magoo know dat, why you trippin like dat? 
Is it [bad word] 
I make a list, of those who diss 
Who try to be me cause my style sickening 
He-huh 
Yeah and my phone's ringing 
Bdadadrrrrrrrrrr..mmmm 
Gone 
 [bad word]  

Up jumps da boogie 
Boogie jumps me (say what?) 
Up jumps da boogie 
Boogie jumps me (say what?) 
Up jumps da boogie 
Boogie jumps me (say what?) 
Up jumps da boogie 
Boogie jumps me (say what?) 

Verse 4: Magoo 

Verse number two 
Two verse rhyme 
When I get greens, I gets a dime 
Peace to god, my neice, to Mario 
Y'all don't know nuthin bout Jamario 
Huckle Berry Finn 
I'm country and I'm thin 
They make rock eat and buy my black Benz 
Hook it up with tens with candy coat 
Me and Cheech and Chong rope, but still smoke 
Smell like butter 
Salt n' Pepa push me 
How to be a player squeezin on your tushy 
Mag in a row of all wannabee's 
When Wimbledon drank all the teas 
Eating Rice-A-Roni with Toni Toni Tone 
Keep Cindy Crawford, to me she's to boney 
See another Rain, unless you know Missy 
Clown suit on so don't you dare diss me 

Verse 5: Timbaland 

Now I'm gonna make my rap only eight bar 
On this track Maganoo's the star 
One of my favorite rapper's Nas Escobar 
I listen to his tape driving in my car 
Now let me get back into the groove 
Tap the person standing next to you 
Tell him or she to move side to side 
And tell them to keep the party live to live 

Verse 6: Missy 

Up jumps da boogie 
Boogie jumps me 
Got to move my knees straight down to my feet 
Down to my hands, clap, clap 
Tell me where the par