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Smith Will Big Willie Style Gettin' Jiggy Wit It Bring it. Whoo! Unh, unh, unh, unh Hoo cah cah Hah hah, hah hah [mimicking bass line] Bicka bicka bow bow bow, bicka bow bow bump bump What, what, what, what Hah hah hah hah Unh, 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 gotta Prada bag with alotta stuff in it give it to your friend let's spin everybody lookin' at me glancin' the kid wishin' 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 givin' up jiggy make it feel like foreplay yo my car-dee-o is Infinit- ha ha Big Willie Style's all in it Gettin' Jiggy Wit It Chorus: na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana gettin jiggy wit it repeat 3x what you wanna ball with the kid watch your step you might fall trying to do what I did mama-unh mama-unh 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 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 'em 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 Chorus eight-fifty 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 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 askin' 'em would you like to bounce with the brother that's platinum never see Will attackin' 'em rather play ball with Shaq and um, flatten 'em psyche kiddin' 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 the ribbon crib for my mom on the outskirts of Philly you trying to flex on me don't be silly getting jiggy wit it Chorus |
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