Testo Gettin' Jiggy Wit It - Various Musique
Testo della canzone Gettin' Jiggy Wit It (Various Musique), tratta dall'album I Live For Hip Hop Vol. 1
Bring it
Woo! Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ha-ha, ha-ha, yeah
Chicka-bounce, chicka-bounce, chicka-bounce
Chicka-bounce, chicka-chicka-bounce
What, what, what, ha-ha, ha-ha, uh
On your mark, ready, set, let's go
Dance floor pro, I know, you know
I go psycho when my new joint hit
I just can't sit, I gotta get jiggy wit it
That's it, now honey, honey, come ride
DKNY all up in my eye
You got a Prada bag with a lot of
Stuff in it, give it to your friend, let's spin
Everybody lookin' at me, glacin' the kid
Wishin' they was dancin' the jig here with this handsome kid
Yeah, you know I got the sickest cigar right from Cuba-Cuba
I just bite it, spoiler alert, I don't light it
You with the Amex on the ante, oh, play
Give it to you jiggy, make you feel like foreplay
Yo, my cardio be infinite
Freewheelin' 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 might fall tryna do what I did
Mama, uh, mama, uh, mama, come closer
In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub
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, told me I'm the greatest
I got the fever for the flavor of another crowd-pleaser
DJ, play another for the prince of this
Your highness, only bad chicks
Ride in my whips from the south to the west
To the east, to the north, bump my hits
And watch 'em go off, I go off
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
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, what?
D-K-Eigh-50-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 1-2-5th
Women used to tease me, now they give it 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
I'd rather play ball with Shaq and then flatten 'em
Psych, kiddin', thought I took a spill, but I didn't
Trust, the lady in my life, she hittin'
Hittin' with a drop-top with a 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
Credits
Writer(s): Bernard Edwards, David Porter, Ben Cauley, James Alexander, Samuel J. Barnes, Willard C. Smith, Willie Clarence Hall, Larry Charles Dodson, Harvey J. Henderson, Winston A. Stewart, Nile Gregory Rodgers, Joseph Roy Jr. Robinson
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