Gettin' Jiggy Wit It

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, ooh, that's it
Now, honey, honey, come ride
DKNY all-up in my eye
You got a Prada bag with a lot o' stuff in it
Give it to your friend, let's spin

Everybody lookin' at me, glancin' the kid
Wishin' they was dancin' a jig
Here, with this handsome kid
Cigar-cigar, right, from Cuba, Cuba, I just bite it
It's for the look, I don't light it
Illway the an-may on the ance-day oor-flay
Givin'-up jiggy, make it feel like foreplay
Yo, my car, yo it's Infinite, ha-ha
Big Willie-Style's all-in it
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

What, you wanna ball with the kid?
Watch your step, you might fall tryin' to do what I did
Mama-unh, mama-unh, I'ma come closer
In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub-a
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 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 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, y'all, and 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)
(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

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 'n easy
Since I moved-up, like George and Wheezy
Cream to the maximum, I be askin' 'em
Would you like to bounce with the brotha' that's platinum?
Never see Will attackin' 'em
Rather play ball with Shaq and 'em
Flatten 'em
Psyche–kiddin'
You thought I took a spill, but I didn't
Trust the lady of my life, she hittin'
Hit her wit' a drop-top with the ribbon
Crib for my mom on the outskirts of Philly
You tryin' to flex on me?
Don't be silly
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