Gettin' Jiggy Wit It

Bring it Woo Uh, uh, uh, uh Haha, haha What? What? What? What? Uh On your mark, ready, set, let's go Dancefloor pro, I know you know I go psycho when my new joint hit (woo) 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 a lotta stuff in it (uh, uh, uh) Give it to your friend, let's spin Everybody lookin' at me, glancin' the kid Wishin' they 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 the an-may on the ance-day oor-flay 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-na) Gettin' jiggy wit' it (Na-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-na) Gettin' jiggy wit' it (Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na) (Na-na, na, na, na-na) What? You wanna ball with the kid? Watch your step, you (woo) 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, 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 bad chicks ride in my whips South to the West to the East to the North Bump my hits and watch 'em go off, go off Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop (woo) 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-na) Gettin' jiggy wit' it (Na-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-na) Gettin' jiggy wit' it (Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na) (Na-na, na, na, na-na) 850is, 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 Weezy C.R.E.A.M. 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 'em, flatten 'em Psyche, kiddin' 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? Tryna flex on me? Don't be silly Gettin' jiggy wit' it (Na-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-na) Gettin' jiggy wit' it (Na-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-na), uh, uh Fonte: LyricFind