Up Jumps Da Boogie
Timbaland Lyrics


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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 be, 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 why 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Timbaland & Magoo's "Up Jumps Da' Boogie" are a combination of boasting and fun-loving party lyrics. The song's chorus, "Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party, up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me," sets the tone for the rest of the lyrics. Timbaland and Magoo's verses are playful, often using braggadocio and puns to talk about their skills and what they expect from others. They also touch on serious issues such as racism and crime, talking about the realities of a life that is both celebrated and threatened.


In the first verse, Timbaland opens with a line that sets the tone for the rest of the lyrics: "I fiend for all beats like girls jump for dicks." He then goes on to talk about cutting with razor blades and playing spades with Aunt Venus, boasting of his musical and card playing skills. The verse ends with a reference to crack cocaine and a warning to those who use it. The second verse features Magoo, who talks about his sexual prowess and the pleasures of getting high. He also drops a line about his mixed race identity, calling himself a "mutt." The final verse sees Timbaland discussing race relations and crime, offering a commentary on current events. He calls out Madonna as a "damn slut" and laments the state of race relations, concluding with a demand for respect.


Overall, "Up Jumps Da' Boogie" is a lighthearted celebration of partying and making music. Despite the darker moments in the lyrics, the song remains upbeat and fun, inviting the listener to join in on the party. It's an infectious tune with a memorable hook and has continued to be a crowd favorite over the years.


Line by Line Meaning

Give it up, we gon' show, you how we party
We're ready to show you how to party; give it up.


Up jumps da boogie, up jumps da boogie
The party starts, the music plays.


I fiend for all beats like girls jump for dicks
I have an intense craving for beats, similar how girls crave for dicks.


Don't salt the next man keep that Lindbergh shit
Don't make trouble for other people; avoid needless drama.


Up in the cut like gay niggaz, in butt
We keep a low profile, just like gay men who keep things to themselves.


I'm black wit Indian, my race should be mutt
I'm of mixed race - black and Indian, making me a mutt.


I cut with razor blades, play spades with Aunt Venus
I use razor blades to cut things, and I play spades with my aunt, Venus.


Evaluate this rap, take heed a fuckin' genius
Take a moment to evaluate this rap; it's made by a genius.


Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye
We're high in the sky, but we don't smoke marijuana.


Do you smoke crack Sam? Prepare to fuckin' die
If you smoke crack, you better watch out because it could kill you.


Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow
Forget about Crazy Joe - I'm Crazy Flow.


You thought I had eight, but I got ten mo'
You thought I only had eight lines, but I have ten more lines to go.


Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street
I can rap both off-beat and on-beat, and I have an old-school style.


I stink like pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat
I smell bad like my father's feet, and I make people sweat even without heat.


I'm up on this track, like Pam Grier in movies
I'm killing it on this track like Pam Grier dominates in her movies.


I heats up the beat, like water in a jacuzzi
I heat up the beat, just like how water heats when in a jacuzzi.


I fly to L.A., then come back to Virginia
I go from L.A. to Virginia and back again.


Then call, Maganoo, to see if he's got some indo
Then I call Maganoo to see if he's got any marijuana.


Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, G
Then I go back home to pick up my brother, G.


G don't forget, to bring the house keys
G, don't forget to bring the keys to the house.


Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go
We get in the car, a 1980s model, and drive off - here we go!


Please please, brother don't slam my car do'
Please don't slam the door of my car.


It costs too much money to get that shit fixed
Fixing the car costs a lot of money, so don't damage it.


I need all my money to pay my bills with
I need all my money to pay my expenses.


Don't have no time, for the shuckin' and jivin'
I don't have time for nonsense and trivial things.


Peep my rhyme 'cause that, shit's off-timin'
Check out my rhyme because it's slightly off-beat.


I'm in the Marriott, the place to get got
I'm staying at the Marriott, which is a very popular place to stay.


After I smoke pot, he sticks me like shots
After I smoke marijuana, I get stuck by a shot.


Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots
I have a funky style, and I connect the words I speak like dots.


Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott
A person named Scott licks a lollipop.


Me, my hot self, myself be so hot
I'm hot and attractive, and therefore I am amazing.


Touch my hot spot, I scream 'til I can't stop
If you touch my sensitive/special spot, I'll scream uncontrollably.


Uhh, give it to me daddy and
Give it to me, daddy.


(What, what?)
What? What did you say?


Uhh, yup, yup like Teddy
Yes, that's right, just like Teddy.


Teddy, ready with tha one two checka
Teddy is ready to go with his one-two check.


No Diggity, Missy be the bedroom wrecka
I am the best in the bedroom.


Double decka, make you wanna beat your pecka
I'm so good in bed that you'll feel like beating your dick.


And then leave your bitch 'cause this uhh, be better
And then you'll leave your girlfriend because sleeping with me is better.


Prepare to get wet like Jheri Curl juice
Get ready to get wet, like your hair after using Jheri Curl juice.


You tight like virgin pussy, my rap get you loose
You're too tense; my rap will help you relax and loosen up.


I bump like acne, take honey from a bee
I'm bumpy, like acne, and I take what I want, just like how bees extract honey.


My style is like a safe, without da fuckin' key
My style is secure, just like a safe without any key to open it.


I come 'cause I'm a nut, don't bleed when I'm cut
I come around because I'm crazy, but I don't easily bleed when I'm cut.


No fan of Madonna, she just a damn slut
I'm not a fan of Madonna; I think she's just a slut.


So sit you damn dog and bow to my shit
Just sit there like a good little dog and listen to my rap.


Nit-wit you stupid, I'm butter don't need grits
You're stupid, and I'm smooth like butter - I don't need any grits.


Make fits like seizure, lick clit to please ya
I can make you have fits, and I can please you orally.


I book then read ya, follow da leader
I can book and read you, and I'll follow the lead.


Like Jews and Chinese, I own your rap lease
Just like Jews and Chinese succeed in business, I succeed in rap music.


The wackness must cease, prepare for yo' release
We need to stop the wackness in rap music; prepare for your freedom.


I'm up in these labels tryin' to handle my business
I'm dealing with record labels and trying to manage my business.


Been makin' more beats before Jehovah had witness
I've been making good music for a long time, even before Jehovah's Witnesses existed.


Brother brother, please, turn on the TV
Please turn on the TV, brother.


See a black man dead from a white man's powder
We see a black man dead from cocaine, a drug mostly associated with white people.


See a white man scared from a black man's power
We see a white man terrified of a black man's strength and determination.


Back to reality, please don't freakin' smile at me
It's time to come back to reality; please don't smile at me right now.


This is a stick-up, so give up yo' wallet please
This is a robbery; please give me your wallet.


I'm the best, and that's be, and that's capital
I'm the best, period - and you can capitalize on that.


I hang low like testicles, MC's wanna copy these many flows
I have a low profile like testicles, and other MC's want to copy my many styles of rapping.


Hoes, better back up, foe they get slapped up
Women who are referred to as 'hoes' should back away, or they'll get slapped.


Pack up and go tell mommy, that I backed up you
Go to your mother and tell her that I made you back away.


You you you, and your whole screw
All of you and your entire group.


What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do uhh
What, what are you going to do?


What whatcha gon' do to me, the M I double S why E
What are you going to do to me, the M-I-Double-S-W-H-Y-E?


Wanna battle me, it's gonna be some tragedy
If you want to battle me, it's going to be disastrous for you.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MELVIN LEE BARCLIFF, MELISSA A ELLIOTT, TIMOTHY Z MOSLEY

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@hotboih

RIP Magoo. Thanks for your contributions to music 🙏🏿

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@latoyafarrell8135

My aunt just told me. Saddened by this news first thing this morning. Definitely sending condolences to Magoo’s family and friends🙏🏽

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R.I.P....Aaliyah, Static, & Magoo 🕊💔

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Oh, no. I didn't realize Magoo passed away.

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​@@ladennayoung2939sad 😢 sure he did .

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