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Tytuł: Gettin' Jiggy Wit It

  • Wykonawca: Will Smith
  • Wy¶wietleń: 391
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
  
  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 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 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
  bought my hits and watch 'em go off a go off
  ah yes yes yall 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 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
  
  Chorus