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Gettin Jiggy With It
Will Smith
Bring it
Whoooo
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ha-ha, ha-ha
What? What? What? What?
Uh...

On your mark ready set lets go
Dance floor pro I know you know
I go psycho when my new joint hit
Just cant sit
Gotta get jiggy wit it
Ooh thats 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 lets 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
Its for the look I dont light it
Illway the an-may on the ance-day oor-flay
Givin up jiggy make it feel like foreplay
Yo, my car, yo its infinite-
Ha ha
Big willie styles all in it
Gettin jiggy wit it

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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 ima 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 Im 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 yall and ya dont stop
In the winter or the (summertime)
I makes it hot
Gettin jiggy wit em

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Eight-fifty i.s. if you need a lift
Whos 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 thats 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 didnt
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
Dont be silly
Getting jiggy wit it

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
Gettin jiggy wit it
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
Gettin jiggy wit it

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