Timbaland, Magoo, Missy Elliott - Cop That Shit lyrics

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, Misdemeanor
Escaping from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion
Mr mosley

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 hit's
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake
Or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
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

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 dubbin' CD's for ya friend
And I'mma 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)

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
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

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 dubbin' CD's for ya friend
And I'mma 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)

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 breaking in homes
I'm kinda young, so my gun's my security
I'm not afraid nigga 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 fronting
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 super duper 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 SHIT! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs
COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' CD's for ya friend
And I'mma 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)