If You Think I’m Jiggy - Remix Songtext
von The LOX
If You Think I’m Jiggy - Remix Songtext
You think I′m jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I'm sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
You think I'm jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I′m sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
Yo, since the Mona video, you been trackin′ me down
Tryin' to figure out how I look in personal
Baby, forget looks, tell me can you roll with crooks
Or three hot niggas risin′ in them Billboard books
We look at things through the big lens
Big picture, big Benz, we try and make CEO ends
Them thick chicks love us, big dick style niggas
We Cristal niggas, y'all Nestle Quik style niggas
You didn′t love me when my name was Shawn
Now you should see how bitches act when Benjamins come on
But I ain't hatin' ′em, you gotta love the way females play
Quick to use a negligee to get a getaway
Five stars where the willy stay
And she pay for nothin′, but that's what y′all herbs get for frontin'
I spend wild chips gettin′ drunk up in the China
Club, while you up in Skate Key with a minor
I know she with it, I bet a brick I could hit it
Black tie affair, I got a fresh pair of British
Iceberg shirt with ice along with it
Turquoise 911 Porsche and it's tinted
But honey got a lot of jazz, you got a Philly
You got a bag, then she went inside a Prada bag
Blew two and she said it was choice
Like my voice, my thug style made her cat moist
That′s the realest shit I heard, that's my word
Regardless who she fucked, I'm the nigga she deserve
I put her on the whole and birds, rockin′ furs
Different ways to speak without usin′ words
And even though she proper, I still gotta drop her
Sheek don't like her, had a dream that he shot her
I can′t buy you Escada, you get nada
I'ma bounce with a chick that look a little bit hotter
You think I′m jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I'm sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
You think I'm jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I′m sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
They was never mine for me to dump ′em
It's just like checkers, after they make a move, then I jump ′em
It's like this, girlfriend, I′ma keep it real
Every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel
I'm a Bad Boy, so I′m caked up with whips
But guess what, I got more nuts than chips
And they gon′ melt right in your mouth, not in your hand
You know that you ain't my girl and I′m not your man
But do you still wanna lick me?
Or is it 'cause I′m a six figgy niggie and I know Biggie
And I don't mess with no fat ladies
But if you pay like you weigh, then you can stay, baby
PJ slide to the mo′ like that
With this honey named Trav and she blow like that
And when we finish, don't look at me like I owe nothin'
′Cause if you really dig me, let me know somethin′
You think I'm jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I′m sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let's go)
Come on (Let′s go)
You think I'm jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I′m sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let's go)
Come on (Let's go)
Pissy drunk, laid out in the VIP
Can′t talk about a three on three
Heard a freak ask Sheek, "Big Louch, why don′t you pee on me?"
And her friend is tellin' Jay I hold the key on me
And I′m laughin' to myself, I got a key on me
And they friend in my ear like, "Lean on me"
Told her get some bare backs and cream on me
Yeah, Sheek holla to these mamis, "Ven aqui"
Gas ′em up easily and take 'em home with me
Boo respect this, can′t keep her hands off my necklace
If it's good, next week I'll put her on the guest list
This goes out to all y′all, it′s too many names to call
But y'all know who y′all are
See me at the bar, all eyes on the R
O-L to the E-X, sippin' Henny and VS
One hundred and twelve sex styles
Baby, maybe we can fall in the L-O-X files
Better believe we all scorin′
Yeah, we can dance all night and do whatever all mornin'
You think I′m jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I'm sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let's go)
Come on (Let′s go)
You think I′m jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I'm sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
You think I′m jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I'm sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
You think I'm jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I′m sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
You think I'm sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
You think I'm jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I′m sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
Yo, since the Mona video, you been trackin′ me down
Tryin' to figure out how I look in personal
Baby, forget looks, tell me can you roll with crooks
Or three hot niggas risin′ in them Billboard books
We look at things through the big lens
Big picture, big Benz, we try and make CEO ends
Them thick chicks love us, big dick style niggas
We Cristal niggas, y'all Nestle Quik style niggas
You didn′t love me when my name was Shawn
Now you should see how bitches act when Benjamins come on
But I ain't hatin' ′em, you gotta love the way females play
Quick to use a negligee to get a getaway
Five stars where the willy stay
And she pay for nothin′, but that's what y′all herbs get for frontin'
I spend wild chips gettin′ drunk up in the China
Club, while you up in Skate Key with a minor
I know she with it, I bet a brick I could hit it
Black tie affair, I got a fresh pair of British
Iceberg shirt with ice along with it
Turquoise 911 Porsche and it's tinted
But honey got a lot of jazz, you got a Philly
You got a bag, then she went inside a Prada bag
Blew two and she said it was choice
Like my voice, my thug style made her cat moist
That′s the realest shit I heard, that's my word
Regardless who she fucked, I'm the nigga she deserve
I put her on the whole and birds, rockin′ furs
Different ways to speak without usin′ words
And even though she proper, I still gotta drop her
Sheek don't like her, had a dream that he shot her
I can′t buy you Escada, you get nada
I'ma bounce with a chick that look a little bit hotter
You think I′m jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I'm sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
You think I'm jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I′m sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
They was never mine for me to dump ′em
It's just like checkers, after they make a move, then I jump ′em
It's like this, girlfriend, I′ma keep it real
Every nigga with a deal ain't able to peel
I'm a Bad Boy, so I′m caked up with whips
But guess what, I got more nuts than chips
And they gon′ melt right in your mouth, not in your hand
You know that you ain't my girl and I′m not your man
But do you still wanna lick me?
Or is it 'cause I′m a six figgy niggie and I know Biggie
And I don't mess with no fat ladies
But if you pay like you weigh, then you can stay, baby
PJ slide to the mo′ like that
With this honey named Trav and she blow like that
And when we finish, don't look at me like I owe nothin'
′Cause if you really dig me, let me know somethin′
You think I'm jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I′m sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let's go)
Come on (Let′s go)
You think I'm jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I′m sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let's go)
Come on (Let's go)
Pissy drunk, laid out in the VIP
Can′t talk about a three on three
Heard a freak ask Sheek, "Big Louch, why don′t you pee on me?"
And her friend is tellin' Jay I hold the key on me
And I′m laughin' to myself, I got a key on me
And they friend in my ear like, "Lean on me"
Told her get some bare backs and cream on me
Yeah, Sheek holla to these mamis, "Ven aqui"
Gas ′em up easily and take 'em home with me
Boo respect this, can′t keep her hands off my necklace
If it's good, next week I'll put her on the guest list
This goes out to all y′all, it′s too many names to call
But y'all know who y′all are
See me at the bar, all eyes on the R
O-L to the E-X, sippin' Henny and VS
One hundred and twelve sex styles
Baby, maybe we can fall in the L-O-X files
Better believe we all scorin′
Yeah, we can dance all night and do whatever all mornin'
You think I′m jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I'm sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let's go)
Come on (Let′s go)
You think I′m jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I'm sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
You think I′m jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I'm sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
You think I'm jiggy? (Yeah)
You think I′m sexy? (Yeah)
Come on (Let′s go)
Come on (Let's go)
Writer(s): Steve Harley, Duane S. Hitchings, Sean Combs, David Styles, Jason Phillips, Sean Jacobs, Carmine Jr. Appice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
