Timbaland Feat Missy Elliot Cop That Shit (Mousse-T Is Fierce Edit) 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 s___, s___
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 s___! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers lovin' the bootlegs, we breakin' off both of ya legs
Cop that s___! (Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' CD's for ya friend and I'm a say it again nucca
Cop that s___! (Oh Lord)
Cause this the hottest s___ out on the street, so when you hear this CD go and
Cop that s___! (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 s___, 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 d___ 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

[Magoo] (Timbaland)
I'm your idol, the highest t__le, 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 d___ 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)

[Inaya Day] (Missy)
Yeah, DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
(Cop that s___, Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers lovin' the bootlegs, we breakin' off both of ya legs
(Cop that s___, Oh Lord)
Stop dubbin' CD's for ya friend and I'm a say it again nucca
(Cop that s___, Oh Lord)
Cause this the hottest s___ out on the street, so when you hear this CD go and
(Cop that s___, Oh Lord)

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[Intro: Missy Elliot]
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 s___ (s___)
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

[Chorus: Missy Elliot]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
COP THAT s___! (Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT s___! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP THAT s___! (Oh Lord)
'Cause this the hot s___, out on the streets
So when you hear this CD go and COP THAT s___! (Oh Lord)

[Verse 2: Missy Elliot]
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
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, d___ 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 t__le, 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 d___ 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]