Lirik Lagu Cop That Shit - Missy Elliott
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[Intro: Missy Elliot]We are the VA playersLove to the Neptunes and the ClipseTo ya bootleggers we breaking off both of ya legsThe underrated Maganoo, comin' with the unexpectedThe run away slave I, MistameanorEscaping from all ya fraudulent playersLast but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley
[Verse 1: Timbaland]It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left youWithout some little nieces and nephewsTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been throughTime's up, sorry I left youThinking of this, I keep repeating them hitsLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial toneAs you hear it, pump up the volumeJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)Mr. VA 'bout to set it offWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya knowWell 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 MissyLike 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 andCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegsWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, niggaCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streetsSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
[Verse 2: Missy Elliot]When you say you love me, it doesn't matterIt goes into my head as just chit-chatterYou may think I'm egotistical or just very freeWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me soLet them pretend to be me, then they knowI hate when one, pretend to fantasizeFact I despise, those who even trySweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinkingYo dream is over, career sinkingI told all of you, like I told all of themWhatcha say to me be, FIST TO YA CHEEK!In one ear and right out the other"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya motherI don't pay attention, I don't concentrateYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Magoo]I'm your idol, the highest title, numero unoI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to VagilAnd understand I got the gift of speechAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streetsI talk sense condensed in the form of a poemIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homesI'm kinda young, so my gun's my securityI'm not afraid nigga do what you gon do to meI get paid when your record is playedTo put it short, heh I got it madeI'm talented, yes I'm giftedMy uppercut boy that'll get ya liftedYou got cash? man stop frontinLiving off damn every record that you cuttingMy name Magoo and I roll wit two starsEvery CD we split 48 barsMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa starEvery other month I get a brand new car!
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: Timbaland]It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left youWithout some little nieces and nephewsTo cover all the beats, and the rhymes I been throughTime's up, sorry I left youThinking of this, I keep repeating them hitsLike that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial toneAs you hear it, pump up the volumeJump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)Mr. VA 'bout to set it offWell I don't know what you heard, and I don't know what ya knowWell 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 MissyLike 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 andCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegsWe breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, niggaCOP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)'Cause this the hot shit, out on the streetsSo when you hear this CD go and COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
[Verse 2: Missy Elliot]When you say you love me, it doesn't matterIt goes into my head as just chit-chatterYou may think I'm egotistical or just very freeWon'tcha say I go tell it to, TIMOTHY!People say I'm whack, but they don't tell me soLet them pretend to be me, then they knowI hate when one, pretend to fantasizeFact I despise, those who even trySweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinkingYo dream is over, career sinkingI told all of you, like I told all of themWhatcha say to me be, FIST TO YA CHEEK!In one ear and right out the other"Ayyio Missy you ugly!" yeah ya motherI don't pay attention, I don't concentrateYou ain't got the bait, that it takes to hook this, huh
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Magoo]I'm your idol, the highest title, numero unoI'm not a Puerto Rican but I do look up to VagilAnd understand I got the gift of speechAnd it's a blessing, being from them VA streetsI talk sense condensed in the form of a poemIf I wasn't writing rhymes I'd be breaking in homesI'm kinda young, so my gun's my securityI'm not afraid nigga do what you gon do to meI get paid when your record is playedTo put it short, heh I got it madeI'm talented, yes I'm giftedMy uppercut boy that'll get ya liftedYou got cash? man stop frontinLiving off damn every record that you cuttingMy name Magoo and I roll wit two starsEvery CD we split 48 barsMy name Magoo and I'm a supadupa starEvery other month I get a brand new car!
[Chorus]
