Intro Buddha

(feat. Magoo, Buddha Brothers)

[DJ Law]
Live and direct from the land of VA
It's Buddha radio, Buddha Brothers in your area
causin mass hysteria, your man cool DJ Law on the set
[Big B]
Aiyyo I'm Big B rollin and sparkin and kickin shoutouts
Gotta say whattup to Miss Missy out there
Big up to Magoo
Gotta say big up Nickie and Playa, all representin Vi. Beach
[DJ Law]
Word is bond, settin you up for the big breakdown
Buddha Brothers ain't no others now and forever
Yo this is that new joint from my man Timbaland
and son let me tell ya it's SMOKIN
Tim ya large boy!
Buddha radio peep it

[Timbaland]
What
It's that big man, from the big V.A.
Ha ha, de de, de de, day
It's that big man, from the big V.A.
Got da, ha ha, he he, hay
I got more women that Willy Wonka got choco-late
My pocket gets fatter than Jacob on twenty Ladders
All that matters is my rhyme style gets fatter
As the, jam, goes
Three years I waited, my rhyme style got constipated
It finally came in, F'd around and got debated
Glad I made it, out of the ghetto
My rhyme style is heavy, it comes out smooth, and kind of subtle
Whaaat??
Whaaat?? Kaiser back at you one mo' gen
Bringin to you all my friends
Baby girl, Aalyiah
Ginuwine, Magoo
Uhh, Nickie
Misdemeanor
Of course me
Ahh yeah
So right about now
You got to ease on back
Huh
I can't forget about Playa, one time
So you know what? Man
Me and Playa we gonna do this thing like
Yo baby, I want you to put on your dress
Cause I put on my suit
Hahahahaha
Ahhhhh

Peepin' My Style

(feat. Magoo)

Uh
Uhh
I don't think they ready for this
Another Timbaland master piece
Uh
I dont think they ready

Verse 1: Timbaland

Uh, Timbaland the funky beat maka
I can rock the U.S. and all of Jamaica
I can make you dance, and shake your butt, and wiggle
When it's hot outside I eat popsicles
Check it, do you want to get freaky tonight?
I'm throwin a house party and the stars at night
All the ladies gonna be there in they tight skirts
I'm gonna mingle a little and start to flirt
Baby, don't get an attitude
Or I have to throw your silly ass in the pool
I ain't got no time for the silly game
Timb and Maganoo, I got all the game

Chorus:

Now that you are peepin my style
My kind of style
That make you buck wild
Throw your hands up in the sky
Pass me something so we all get high
Now that you are peepin my style
My kind of style
That make you buck wild
Throw your hands up in the sky
Pass me something so we all get high

Verse 2: Timbaland

Check it, let's take it to another level
One of my fantasies, it is love in pebble
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say "Don't stop the body rock"
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say "Don't stop the body rock"
I want to take her on a cruise around the block
And make her say "Don't stop the body rock"
Check it, now I'm back to my basic rhythme
Check out ill ass flow I'm about to give him
I'm a make him dance and make em shake they ass
But not to slow and not to fast
Timbaland ain't got nuthin to prove
I done did five years and pay my due
I got my mine Big E and Big Rodney
Coming strong like the freaky freaky freaky on me
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But I got baking me some of that good french toast
Let me take it to another level, I'm the host
As I can get freaky, fre-freaky-fre-freaky
Ooooooh

Chorus 2X

Da-da-da-da-dah (Uh-huh)
Da-da-da-da-dah (What?)
Da-da-da-da-dah
Da-da
Da-da
Da-da
Dah
Da-da-da-da-dah (Uh-huh)
Da-da-da-da-dah (Uh-huh)
Da-da-da-da-dah (Check it out)

Repeat
I said----(Repeats verse one)

I flippin' on all y'all like dat
Know what I'm sayin
Now I got to be out
Two verses
The first verse repeats itself
Now dat, now dat you are peepin my style
Check it

Chorus 2X

Writtin' Rhymes     

(feat. Magoo)

Timbaland:
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh
Ooh, aah
Check it out

Verse 1: (?????)

This is how I want to spit it
I bullshitted in the eighties(Forbid)
I had to get my mind up off the ladies
Like these wordly things, A baby beam and shiny rings
See this is how we do things when you're fuckin with the kings
Of the streets
New York is all respected
But still we keep it hectic
In places where we be wreckin
Where we from, Timbaland(VA)
See thats my man so understand these things
Three niggas thinkin bout cream
Me and Magoo, Ya'll realize we roll with CRU (Huh)
All respect to, That's why your girl ain't lovin you
We peep the card in the steez
We even got the keys to the bed where you rest
Your life is based on stress
So just relax kid because my mack days are in the mist
And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the Last Dance
It's easy past, when I'm runnin wit your lady
Ask yo boys, I'm pushin your Mercedes
So what nigga

Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) {Magoo} (TImbaland)

Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(Uh, Say what, Say what, Say what)
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(That they want to do)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything
else){Yeah}
{They don't gotta nothin else ya'll, Check it

Verse 2: Magoo
Dick em, Court VD, Now I'm sick wit em
Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit wit em
Kick em, Nigga when your down, Look I got to get cha
Get away wit the crime, that's the wrong picture
I'm in a zone like a teen on a phone
H-I with no V, but I stay full blown
Hah yeah yo, Put nick out the door
You move quick but bitch, yeah your too slow
Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya fleas
Somebody on the phone want to talk to your (???)
But I got my life and Mary what's the 411
Niggas get shook when I rhyme, You best ta fuckin run
Get out the way cause my recitals suicidal
I'm the rebel when I yell, Ya'll know, Ask Billy Idol
Son of a bitch cause he a son and yous a bitch
Me die for you, girl go dick your own bitch

Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) {Magoo} (TImbaland)

Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(That they want to do)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(Check it out, Check it out Say what, Say what)
Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(They don't gotta do)
If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do(That they want to do)
They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
(Check it out, baby)

Timbaland:

Hear dis beat
It's done by me
I do them ill beats, Ya know what I'm sayin
People always try to bite me yo
But they can't bit this one
Huh They might try
But you know what
You got to pay a samplin if you want to bit me
Like that
Uh, Like that
Uh, It's the beat, uh, Like that
Ginuwine, uh, like that
Aaliyah, Like that
Playa, Like that
Big Rob, Like that
Big E, Like that
Of course, my man M-A-G-OO
And me Timbaland
Jimmy D, we out for 97E
Can't forget my man Elliot
Only one
Check it out baby
The fight just begun we out

Deep In Your Memory 

(feat. Magoo)

[Timbaland]
Whas happenin dude?
Whatchu thinkin about there?
What's goin on? Talk to me
I know you're thinkin
What? Must be a lot on your mind
Express yourself fool
Tell me what you thinkin about, nigga

[Magoo]
Who why whatever, any puzzle I put it together
With any stress I'm copin like a flesh wound I'm open
Still got balls after vasectomies
My anatomy is strictly scientifical your life is pitiful
I got no relationships, just hit and then dismiss
My sex is strictly fuck, no man, I do not kiss
Keep my shirt on, I'm quick to dress back up
I'm chargin girls for dick, my dick you stick up
Butt naked, like Adam and Eve on Christmas Eve
Who is God? White the Devil, do you believe?
Scratch your head and think about it for a minute
Is my life a dream and y'all playin parts in it?
You talkin like you drunken, but you flunkin
Classes you be takin, let me bring home the bacon
We been hoodwinked, bamboozled
Led astray, til all our business on rent in late

Somewhere in your mind
And real deep in your memory
You try to hide away
Your true feelings
(repeat 2X)

Am I underrated? Thinkin bout it get me frustrated
I'm elated, that keep it real is outdated
Graduated, from PG now I'm X-Rated
Glad I made it, left you behind, and you hate it
Look into my eyes, do you see a nigga or a person
See I worsen, section eight got to be flirtin
Fuck workin, for eighty-five who you jivin?
Still survivin, lock your fuckin door when I'm arrivin
Surprisin realizin magnetisin
This rhyme bend how I'm risin, hypnotizin
Got comments, put replies in
No lies in, if you do your life will need revivin
When I'm sleep I die, when I wake up I'm born
I leave the Earth each day to get my soul reborn
So to God I pray, I make it through this day
This must be Deja Vu, cause I relive this day

Somewhere in your mind
And real deep in your memory
You try to hide away
Your true feelings
(repeat 2X)

[Timbaland]
Bring it on it, freak it on it

[Magoo]
Child abused, as a child
Child Magoo, buck-wild
Wel-fare, met the cake
Too much sugar, in the Kool-Aid
Mis-fit, un-til
I fucked Jiil, on the hill
Look, out, heads, up
To the girls, let's buck
Like, night-shade, grows
Workin dope, mind, flows
But, please, I'm on hot
I cook, non-stop
Stick a pin, in some paper
Take notes, play ya later
Praise, God, he, made ya
No, man, but, praiser

Somewhere in your mind
When you think deep in your memory
You try to hide away
Your true feelings
(repeat 2X)

Clock Strikes (Remix) 

(feat. Magoo)

[Timbaland]
Yo... dot-da-dot-dot-dot, party ain't over
Uh-huh, what, uh-huh, what?
Dot-dot-dot da party ain't over
Diggi do, uh-huh, what? Uh-huh, what, the party ain't over
Uh-huh, what, yeah, what... diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi-diggi...

[Magoo]
I'ma kill you all, like O.J.
Diss Maganoo, for real you must pay
Listen to the way my rap flow delay
His mama named him Clay, I'ma call him Clay
Back of the bus, with Rosa Parks
Too much to say, watch my remarks
South to VA, up side to Philly
Y'all be killin me, for real on the really
Recognize the P, when you see he
sport the Kangol with N-I-K-E
Break me off a piece of that, Kit-Kat
You do the horse and make your Gucci wet
Came through the crowd, heard the brother booin
Said real low, 'Hey whatcha doin?'
Don't you know I've been rappin on tracks
since back in the days when tapes was eight-track
Relax and jump to it, like Duran Duran
Black as Buckwheat, still get a tan
Go over to your girl, hey what's yo' number
You and your crew must be Dumb & Dumber

[Timbaland]
Timbaland, uh-huh, understand
Kickin the fly beats for all my fly fans
Not Peter Piper but, Peter Pan
Beat, guaran-guaran, teed to make you dance
People wanna know where I where I get my rhythm
Rhythm, come from, the thing called wisdom
Wisdom is the thing that comes from the dome-dome
when the, clock, strikes, twelve and it's on
People already already feelin my groove
Now's the time for, me to show and prove
Now it's time to get back to my basic method
Record and play play play each segment

*chorus*
Sardines! Hey, and Pork and Beans, ha-hah
Do you know what that means?
It's twelve o'clock, and the party just don't stop
(repeat 2X)
Aight?

[Magoo]
When it come to flows you best to re-up
Diss me to my face, get the taste slapped out
Rapped out a hit on the plane out to Spain
My mind go in space when I'm kissin on jane
Can't Stand the Rain, but, love Missy
I rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissy
Look for me I'm Chico undercover at the Nico
Mag and double-ooh got gas from burrito
Lay you like Frito if you're white then amigo
In my plaid tuxedo, the rap Al Pacino
Star in Casino, to a veterino
Not Italia-no, but still gambino
Most of y'all rappers can't do your part
I'ma finish up what you all can't start
Got no heart I thought on your LP
I'm on your radio and on your TV

*chorus* 2X

Sex Beat (Interlude)

(feat. Magoo)

Ahh... it's time to slow it down for a bit
Like this
Oooh, ahhhhhh
I call this here... take off your drawers music
Hehehe
This is for the ladies
Hahahah
Do you hear my voice, ladies?
Ladies? Hah
See I don't disrespect no woman
As long as she don't disrespect me, see what I'm sayin?
I would never call a girl, that B word
Never call you no hoe
All I wanna do is lick on your toe
And, pull off your, tight Girbauds
Ahhhhhhh, huh
Ahhhh, huh, oh you wanna pour me a glass of wine?
I already got mine
How bout you pour yourself some
Know what I'm sayin?
Alright, like my boyz 112 said
Only you baby
You know what I'm sayin?
But enough for the humpin
Say what say what?
I'm out

Man Undercover

(feat. Magoo, Aaliyah, Missy)

[Aaliyah and missy: bridge]
Say what
you look good
(say it two times)
you look good good
(say it three times)
you look good good good
(say it four times)
oh oh oh oh good

[verse 1]
I,I, like the way, way you get down, down
(thats the way I like it)
you're the kinda guy
that makes my feel proud
don't have to show you're the boy ,oh
I, i, like you the way that you are

[chorus]
I like my man undercover
smooth dark brotha
fly to the bone
you don't need no fly jeep
to come and scoop me
you can drive what you own
(thats the way I like it)
a man undercover
smooth black brotha
fly to the bone
don't need no Gucci sweater
to make you look better
you can wear what you own

I, I, love, love the way that you smile, smile
you, you the type of guy
that got his own style
all I want to do is be with you
you, you got me feelin
the way that I do

chorus

bridge

[timbaland]
we be freakin up in my jeep (my jeep)
listenin to this phat L P (L B)
lets cruise around the town (the town)
I'm diggin you are you diggin me
Let's hop on my Harley Dave (Harley Dave)
it cost about 20K (20K)
what it takes me to persuade (persuade)
turn ten night in to day (to day)
I never seen a girl (a girl)
who hypnotize like you (like you)
who walk just like you (like you)
who talk just like you (like you)
I wanna be your lover (your lover)
that I'll type brotha (brotha)
baby girl baby girl (baby girl)
we can keep it undercover

chorus 1.5x

Joy     

(feat. Magoo, Ginuwine, Playa)

[Timbaland]
Sup party people? Huh
How y'all doin?
Me and Magoo gonna chill on the track, haha
Let my man Ginuwine bring it in, like this, uhh

[Ginuwine]
I know I sound bold
(what's your favorite position?)
Not every player's cold, nooo baby
(that's a superstition)
I'd like to take a hold, of you, baby
(ask me for permission)
I won't even tell a soul, ohhh
(once you feign submission)
We'll go on an Isley track, yeahh yeah
(would you like that production)
and I will massage your back, baby girl
(that's called my seduction)
I'm headed down this life, soon
(listen up my instruction)
Baby you need to relax, sit back [sit back]
Cause I wanna bring you joy, joyyyyy baby
(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)
Every day, and every night, joyyy
(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)
Yeahh joyyy, c'mon, I wanna give you joy baby
(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)
Joyy, c'mon, joyyy
(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)

I'll say it's lost when you're fast girl
(you can't have your perfection)
C'mon now girl, baby don't close your eyees ladyyy
(cause you see my reflection)
And even though I knowww your shineee
(make no signs of reflection)
I see that you're willing to tryyyy
(you're headed in my direction)
I wanna bring you joyy, joy joy joy joy joy joy joy
(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)
You hear me baby, I wanna bring you joy, joyyhoyyyjoy
(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)
[Hah, oooohhhh, like that, hella joy, I got plenty joy]
In the morning, joy, joyyyyy, joy
(joy.... JOY, JOY, JOY)
Joyyy, joy joy, hah
(JOY, JOYyyyyy JOY)
[Uhh, uhh uhh]

Out of all my candy coated cooters, you my Almond Joy
You can be my boy, my little toy, I'm a Freakazoid
I can't fight the feelin cause the feelin got me fightin fast
Gimme twenty minutes, I'ma be to see that ass
Cause after the last time, we started fightin fire
You be my Queen, fiend-da-deen-deen, I'll be your supplier
This ain't no carbon copy hoe this is the real thang
Young mack, on the attack, girl you can't complain

It's gonna be (it's gonna be)
Beeee (be be be be be be be be so live)
*repeat 4X*

(singers provide "joy... JOY, JOY, JOY" chorus to end)
Joy, joy, joy
All about joy to you
Ohh, joy, joy in the morning
In the evening, joy
Late in the midnight hour, joy
Joy, joyyohhhohhyjoy
Ayyayayyyyayy, joy
Oahahhahahahahah, ahahahahahaha, joy
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Joyy, joyyyyy
Joyyyy all the time y'all, joy
Joyy, joyy
Joyyyyy that you can feel
Joyy, joyy
All that we even need is joy y'all
Joyy, joyy
Just a little bit, just a little bit
of joyy, joyy *fades*

Up Jumps Da' Boogie (Remix)     

(feat. Magoo, Missy)

Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps
Da boogie, da boogie, da boogie, da boogie
Like dat
Up Jumps

Verse 1: Magoo

Mag and double-ooh came to move your body
M-C old school like Lodi Dodi
When you hear Up Jumps Da Boogie
Dance till you can't and shake your cookie
People to the left like Mag to def
People to the right need to clean your breath
Bigger than my butt, pulled out some cheese
We the best on the scene since the three degrees
Aachoo sneeze
Cool like the breeze
Me and Timbaland two Master P's
I hope you bout it
Cause I been bout it
South on the rise, V-8 bout it bout it (uuuh)
Driven in my '89 Mercury
Record label don't you try to carry me
Got some of that project in me
Get dem flashback, you besta all flee

Verse 2: Timbaland

I'm the dope producer in the industry
I'm tired of producers bitin' on my beats
Baby, thats cool, I ain't got no beef
But you must pay me producers fee
I am the man with the ill ass sound
I got all the execs saying I love that sound
Timbaland was next on the agenda
A house, some stocks, three zorts for the winter
Don't y'all sappy fools get mad at me
Because I became a millionaire in a year times G
I thank god for blessing me
I give all my thanks to the all mighty
Now I'm just chillin in my house in Rohb beach
Now it's time to catch a plane to N-Y-C
This is the remix to Up Jumps Da Boogie
Boogie, woogie, woogie
Oogie, oogie, oogie

Verse 3: Missy

M-C's mad at me
But you better get back
I'm bout to ratta-tat-tat
Tiggy-tigga-tat
Lay me flat on my back
In fact, I interact and make the track turn phat
You heard that
Have it, give it to me daddy
Cut it like confetti
I know y'all said mother uuh wasn't ready
You back in the studio, yeah I got you sweatin
Timbaland my man, chica my man
Beep beep
In the caravan, there go my man
Magoo, what you got plans for pullin down your pants?
So Magoo know dat, why you trippin like dat?
Is it pissed
I make a list, of those who diss
Who try to be me cause my style sickening
He-huh
Yeah and my phone's ringing
Bdadadrrrrrrrrrr..mmmm
Gone

Chorus:

Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me (say what?)
Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me (say what?)
Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me (say what?)
Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me (say what?)

Verse 4: Magoo

Verse number two
Two verse rhyme
When I get greens, I gets a dime
Peace to god, my neice, to Mario
Y'all don't know nuthin bout Jamario
Huckle Berry Finn
I'm country and I'm thin
They make rock eat and buy my black Benz
Hook it up with tens with candy coat
Me and Cheech and Chong rope, but still smoke
Smell like butter
Salt n' Pepa push me
How to be a player squeezin on your tushy
Mag in a row of all wannabee's
When Wimbledon drank all the teas
Eating Rice-A-Roni with Toni Toni Tone
Keep Cindy Crawford, to me she's to boney
See another Rain, unless you know Missy
Clown suit on so don't you dare diss me

Verse 5: Timbaland

Now I'm gonna make my rap only eight bar
On this track Maganoo's the star
One of my favorite rapper's Nas Escobar
I listen to his tape driving in my car
Now let me get back into the groove
Tap the person standing next to you
Tell him or she to move side to side
And tell them to keep the party live to live

Verse 6: Missy

Up jumps da boogie
Boogie jumps me
Got to move my knees straight down to my feet
Down to my hands, clap, clap
Tell me where the party at? Where we boogie at?
Up jumps da boogie
Boogie my flow
Yo-ziggy-yo Timbaland here we go
Y'all to slow to make this kinda doe
Shoot you don't know, shoot you don't know

Chorus

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