Will Smith — Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It
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(Bring it)
Wooooo
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Haha, haha
What, what, what, what
Uh
On your mark ready set let’s go, dance floor pro
I know you know I go psycho
When my new joint hit, just can’t sit
Gotta get jiggy wit it, ooh, that’s it
Now honey honey come ride, DKNY
All up in my eye, you got a Prada
Bag with a lot-a, stuff in it
Give it to your friend let’s spin, everybody lookin’ at me
Glancin’ the kid, wishing they was dancin’ a jig
Here with this handsome kid, ciga-cigar
Right from Cuba-Cuba, I just bite it
It’s for the look, I don’t light it
Illway the an-may on the ance-day oor-flay
Give it up jiggy make it feel like foreplay
Yo my cardio is infinite, ha-ha
Big Willie style’s all in it
Gettin’ jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin’ jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin’ jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin’ jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
What?
You want to ball with the kid?
Watch your step you might fall
Trying to do what I did
Mama mama mama come closer
In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub, uh
No love for the haters, the haters
Mad cause I got floor seats at the Lakers
See me on the fifty yard line with the Raiders
Met Ali he told me I’m the greatest
I got the fever for the flavor of a crowd-pleaser
DJ play another from the prince of this
Your highness, only mad chicks ride in my whips
South to the West to the East to the North
Bought my hits and watch them go off a go off
Ah, yes-yes y’all
Ya don’t stop in the winter or the (Summertime)
I makes it hot
Gettin’ jiggy wit ’em
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin’ jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin’ jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin’ jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Eight-fifty I.S. if you need a lift
Who’s the kid in the drop? Who else Will Smith
Living that life some consider a myth
Rock from South Street to one-two-fifth
Women used to tease me, give it to me now nice and easy
Since I moved up like George and Weezie
C.R.E.A.M. to the maximum I be asking ’em
Would you like to bounce with the brother that’s platinum?
Never see Will attacking ’em
Rather play ball with Shaq and ’em, flatten ’em
Psych, kidding
Thought I took a spill, but I didn’t
Trust the lady of my life she hitting
Hit her with a drop top with the ribbon
Crib for my mom on the outskirts of Philly
You trying to flex on me?
Don’t be silly
Gettin’ jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin’ jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin’ jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Gettin’ jiggy wit it
(Na na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na)
Uh uh
(Na na na na na na)
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(Na na na na na na na)
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(Na na na na na na na)
