Will Smith - Gettin' Jiggy Wit It lyrics

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Will Smith - Gettin' Jiggy Wit It lyrics

Bring it Whoo! Uh, 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 hit Just can't sit Got to get jiggy wit it Uh that's it Now honey, honey come ride DKNY all up in my eye You got a Prada bag with a lot of stuff in it Give it to your friend, let's spin Everybody looking at me Glancing the kid Wishing they was dancing 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 Ill-Way, the an-may on the ance-day oor-flay Giving up jiggy make it feel like foreplay Yo, my cardio its infinite Ha ha Big Willie Style's all in it Gettin' jiggy wit it (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) What you want to ball with the kid Watch your step you might fall Trying to do what I did Mama-uh mama-uh mama come closer In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub, unh 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 show, Your Highness Only mad chicks ride in my whips South to the west to the east to the north Bought my hits and watch 'em go off a go off Ah yes yes y'all and you don't stop In the winter or the (summertime) I makes it hot Gettin' jiggy wit 'em (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) 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 Wheezy Cream 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 Psyche, kidding you 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 (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) Gettin' jiggy wit it (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) (Nana na na nana) (Nana na na nana) (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana) (Nana na na nana na, nana na na nana)