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Will Smith – Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It – 1997

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    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

    Ohh that’s it now honey honey come ride
    DKNY all up in my eye
    You gotta Prada bag with a lot a stuff in it
    Give it to your friend, 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 the amay on the anceday orflay*
    Give it up jiggy make it feel like foreplay
    Yo my carido is infinite
    Ha ha
    Big willie style’s all in it

    Na na na na na na na nana

    Na na na na nana
    Gettin jiggy wit it
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    Na na na na nana
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    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 closa’ (closer)
    In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub
    No love for 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 pleasure
    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
    Bought my hits and watch ’em go off
    Ah yes yes yall ya don’t stop
    In the winter or the (summertime)
    I makes it hot
    Gettin jiggy wit ’em

    Na na na na na na na nana
    Na na na na nana
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    Na na na na na na na nana

    Na na na na nana
    Gettin jiggy wit it
    Na na na na na na na nana
    Na na na na nana
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    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 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

    I rather play ball with Shaq and ’em
    Flatten ’em
    Psyche
    Hittin’ 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 juggy wit it

    Na na na na na na na nana
    Na na na na nana
    Gettin jiggy wit it
    Na na na na na na na nana
    Na na na na nana
    Gettin jiggy wit it

    Na na na na na na na nana
    Na na na na nana
    Gettin jiggy wit it