Testo Getting Jiggy With It - Renegade Hit Makers
Testo della canzone Getting Jiggy With It (Renegade Hit Makers), tratta dall'album Hip Hop - The Party Anthems
Bring it
Woo, uh, uh, uh, uh
Haha, haha, yeah
What, what, what
Haha, haha, 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 with it
That's it, now honey, honey, come ride
DKNY all up in my eye
You got a Prada bag with a lotta
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, swallow, look, I don't light it
You and the Amex on the ends, they all play
Give it to me, jiggy, make you feel like foreplay
You're my Cardi, I'll be Infinite
Freestyle's all in it, gettin' jiggy with it
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Gettin' jiggy with it
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Gettin' jiggy with it
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Gettin' jiggy with it
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
What?
You wanna ball with the kid?
Watch your step, you might fall tryin' to 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 from the prince of this
Your highness, only bad chicks
Ridin' 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
A yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
In the winter or the summertime, I makes it hot
Gettin' jiggy with 'em
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Gettin' jiggy with it
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Gettin' jiggy with it
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Gettin' jiggy with it
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
What?
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 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 with it
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Gettin' jiggy with it
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Gettin' jiggy with it
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Gettin' jiggy with it
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
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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