Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gettin' Jiggy Wit It - Sound-A-Like, artist - Studio Group. Date of issue: 06.07.2006
Song language: English
Gettin' Jiggy Wit It - Sound-A-Like |
| Bring it |
| Whoo! |
| Unh, unh, unh, unh |
| Hoo cah cah |
| Hah hah, hah hah |
| Bicka bicka bow bow bow |
| Bicka bow bow bump bump |
| What, what, what, what |
| Hah hah hah hah |
| Unh |
| 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 gotta Prada bag with alotta 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 |
| 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 |
| Givin' up jiggy make it feel like foreplay |
| Yo my car-dee-o is Infinit- |
| Ha ha |
| Big Willie Style’s all in it |
| Gettin' Jiggy Wit It |
| Na na na na na na na nana |
| Na na na na nana |
| Gettin jiggy wit it |
| What you wanna ball with the kid |
| Watch your step you might fall |
| Trying to do what I did |
| Mama-unh mama-unh mama 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 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 ya don’t stop |
| In the winter or the (summertime) |
| I makes it hot |
| Gettin jiggy wit 'em |
| 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 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 that’s 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 didn’t |
| 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 |
| Don’t be silly |
| Getting jiggy wit it |