Gettin' Jiggy Wit It lyrics

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WILL SMITH lyrics : "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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Thanks to guest

Writer(s): Nile Rodgers, Willie Clarence Hall, N. Rodgers, Willard Smith, Joseph RoyRobinson Jr, Joe Robinson, Bernard Edwards, Willy Hall, W. Smith, James Alexander, Willard C. Smith, Gabriel Jackson, Harvey Henerson, Larry Dodson, Bed Cauley, Larry Dotson, Winston A. Stewart, Ben Cauley, David Porter, Samuel Barnes, W. Stewart, Harvey Henderson, Alexander James, Harvey J. Henderson, Larry Charles Dodson, Willie Hall, J. Robinson, B. Edwards, Winston Stewart
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