Timbaland

Timbaland - Up Jumps Da Boogie guitar tab

"Up Jumps Da Boogie"

Album: Welcome to Our World

Released: 1997

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Rhythm: Play the first, second and fourth time

e|-----------------|-----------------|--------------6---|------9-7---------|

B|-----------------|--9---------9-10-|-----------10-----|---------10-9---9-|

G|--6--------------|-----------------|------------------|------------------|

D|-----------------|-----------------|------------------|------------------|

A|-----------------|-----------------|------------------|------------------|

E|-----------------|-----------------|------------------|------------------|

Rhythm: Play the third time

e|-----------------|-----------------|-----------9--7---|------9-----------|

B|-----------------|--9---------9-10-|------------------|---------10-----9-|

G|--6--------------|-----------------|------------------|------------------|

D|-----------------|-----------------|------------------|------------------|

A|-----------------|-----------------|------------------|------------------|

E|-----------------|-----------------|------------------|------------------|

Verse 1: [Magoo]

I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks

Don't salt the next man, keep that Lindbergh s***

Up in the cut, like gay n*****, 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 f******* genius

Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye

Do you smoke crack Sam? Prepare to f****** die

F*** 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

Verse 2: [Timbaland]

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 s*** 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, s**** off-timin'

Verse 3: [Missy]

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

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)

Give it to me daddy and

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?)

Yup, yup like Teddy

Teddy, ready with the one, two checka

No diggity, Missy be the bedroom wrecka

Double decka, make you wanna beat your pecka

And then leave your b****, cause this "uhhh!" be betta

Chorus:

(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)

Verse 4: [Magoo]

Prepare to get wet, like jheri curl juice

You tight like virgin p****, my rap get you loose

I bump like ac-ne, take honey from a bee

My style is like a safe, without the f****** key

I c** '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 s***

Nit-wit you stupid, I'm butter don't need grits

Make fits like seizure, lick c*** to please ya

I book then read ya, follow the leada

Like Jews and Chinese, I own your rap lease

The wackness must cease, prepare for yo release

Verse 5: [Timbaland]

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 mans powder

See a white man scared, from a black mans power

Back to reality, please don't freakin' smile at me

This is a stick-up, so give up yo wallet please

Verse 6: Missy

I'm the best, and thats "B", and thats capital

I hang low like testicles, emcees 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 crew

What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do uhh, what whatcha gon' do

To me, the M-I-double S-Y-E

Wanna battle me, its gonna be some tragedy

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