Gettin' Jiggy With It Songtext
von Will Smith

(Bring it)
Whoo
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Haha, haha
What? What? What? What?
Uh

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-a, stuff in it (uh, uh, uh)
Give it to your friend let's spin

Everybody lookin' at me, glancin′ the kid
Wishing they was dancin′ a jig
Here with this handsome kid, ciga-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
Give it up jiggy make it feel like foreplay (whoo)
Yo, my cardio is 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
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na, na)

What? You want to ball with the kid?
Watch your step (whoo), you might fall trying to do what I did
Mama (uh), mama (uh), mama, come closer
In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub, uh

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

Bump my hits and watch them go off, a-go off
Ah, yes-yes, y′all (whoo), 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
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na, na)

8050 I.S., if you need a lift
Who′s the kid in the drop? Who else Will Smith
Living that life some consider a myth
Rock from South Street to one-two-50

Women used to tease me, give it to me now nice and easy
Since I moved up like George and Weezie
C.R.E.A.M. to the maximum I be asking 'em
Would you like to bounce with the brother that′s platinum?

Never see Will attacking 'em (uh-huh)
Rather play ball with Shaq and 'em, flatten ′em
Psych, kidding
Thought I took a spill, but I didn′t

Trust the lady of my life she hitting
Hit her with a drop top with the ribbon
Crib for my mom on the outskirts of Philly
You trying 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
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na, na), uh uh

(Na-na-na-na, na, na)
(Na-na-na-na, na, na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na, na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na, na)

(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na, na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na)
(Na-na-na-na, na-na-na)