Gettin' Jiggy Wit' It
Will Smith


(Bring it)
Woo! Uh uh uh uh
Ha-ha ha-ha
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 (woo!) 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 lotta stuff in it (uh)
Give it (uh) to your friend (uh), let's spin
Everybody lookin' at me, glancin' the kid
Wish you nig was dancin' the 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 to amay on the ance-day oor-flay (ha ha)
Give it up, jiggy make it feel like foreplay (woo!)
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 wanna ball with the kid, watch your step (woo)
You might fall tryin' to do what I did
Mama-uh, mama-uh, 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 flavour 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
Bump my hits and watch them go off, a go off
And yes yes y'all, and you don't stop (woo!)
In the winter or the (summertime)
I makes it hot (ha ha), 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)

8-50-I.S. if you need a lift
Who's the kid in the drop? Who else, Will Smith
Livin' that life some consider a myth
Rock from South Street to 125th
Women used to tease me, give it to me now nice and easy
Since I moved up like George and Wheezey
Cream to the maximum, I be askin' 'em
Would you like to bounce with the brother that's platinum
Never see Will attackin' 'em (uh-uh)
Rather play ball with Shaq and flatten him
Psyche, kiddin' (ha ha), you thought I took a spill, but I didn't
Trust the lady of my life, she hittin'
Hit her with a drop-top with a ribbon
Crib for my mom on the outskirts of Philly
You tryin' to flex on me?
Don't be silly (ha ha), 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)

(Na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na)
(Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na)


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