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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