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Up Jumps Da' Boogie (remix) Lyrics

from Welcome To Our World

"Up Jumps Da' Boogie (remix)" is track #16 on the album Welcome To Our World. It was written by Rodney Temperton;melissa Elliott;melvin Lee Barcliff;timothy Mosley.
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Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
Up jumps da boogie

I fiend for all beats like girls jump for dicks
Don't salt the next man keep that Lindbergh shit
Up in the cut like gay niggaz, in butt
I'm black wit Indian, my race should be mutt

I cut with razor blades, play spades with Aunt Venus
Evaluate this rap, take heed a fuckin' genius
Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye
Do you smoke crack Sam? Prepare to fuckin' die

Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow
You thought I had eight, but I got ten mo'
Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street
I stink like pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat

I'm up on this track, like Pam Grier in movies
I heats up the beat, like water in a jacuzzi
I fly to L.A., then come back to Virginia
Then call, Maganoo, to see if he's got some indo

Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, G
G don't forget, to bring the house keys
Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go
Please please, brother don't slam my car do'

It costs too much money to get that shit fixed
I need all my money to pay my bills with
Don't have no time, for the shuckin' and jivin'
Peep my rhyme 'cause that, shit's off-timin'

I'm in the Marriott, the place to get got
After I smoke pot, he sticks me like shots
Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots
Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott

Me, my hot self, myself be so hot
Touch my hot spot, I scream 'til I can't stop
Uhh, give it to me daddy and
(What, what?)
Uhh, yup, yup like Teddy
(What, what?)

Teddy, ready with tha one two checka
No Diggity, Missy be the bedroom wrecka
Double decka, make you wanna beat your pecka
And then leave your bitch 'cause this uhh, be better

Give it up, up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party

Prepare to get wet like Jheri Curl juice
You tight like virgin pussy, my rap get you loose
I bump like acne, take honey from a bee
My style is like a safe, without da fuckin' key

I come 'cause I'm a nut, don't bleed when I'm cut
No fan of Madonna, she just a damn slut
So sit you damn dog and bow to my shit
Nit-wit you stupid, I'm butter don't need grits

Make fits like seizure, lick clit to please ya
I book then read ya, follow da leader
Like Jews and Chinese, I own your rap lease
The wackness must cease, prepare for yo' release

I'm up in these labels tryin' to handle my business
Been makin' more beats before Jehovah had witness
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Brother brother, please, turn on the TV

See a black man dead from a white man's powder
See a white man scared from a black man's power
Back to reality, please don't freakin' smile at me
This is a stick-up, so give up yo' wallet please

I'm the best, and that's B, and that's capital
I hang low like testicles, MC's wanna copy these many flows
Hoes, better back up, foe they get slapped up
Pack up and go tell mommy, that I backed up you

You you you, and your whole screw
What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do uhh
What whatcha gon' do to me, the M I double S Y E
Wanna battle me, it's gonna be some tragedy

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me
Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
...

Songwriters
Rodney Temperton;Melissa Elliott;Melvin Lee Barcliff;Timothy Mosley

Published by
MAG-A-OOH MUSIC;RODSONGS;VIRGINIA BEACH MUSIC;MASS CONFUSION PRODUCTIONS

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