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Gettin' Jiggy wit It (Will Smith) · Gettin' Jiggy wit It (Will Smith) · Jiggy (On Cue) · All Music Guide: Before They Were Jiggy (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Keeps Gettin' Better: A Decade of Hits (Christina Aguilera) · Gettin' to Me (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gettin' in the Groove (Panama Francis) · Gettin' Any Feed for Your Chickens? (Del Reeves) – and 90 other albums »


Gettin jiggy wit it
Na na na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana

Eight-fifty I.S. if you need a lift
Who's the kid in the drop
Who else Will Smith
Livin'
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
Na na na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Gettin jiggy wit it
Na na na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana

Eight-fifty I.S. if you need a lift
Who's the kid in the drop
Who else Will Smith
Livin'
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
Na na na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
or the (summertime)
I makes it hot
Gettin jiggy wit 'em

[Chorus]

Eight-fifty I.S. if you need a lift
Who's the kid in the drop
Who else Will Smith
Livin'
foreplay
Yo, my car, yo, its infinite, ha, ha
Big Willie styles all in it

Gettin' jiggy wit it
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Gettin' jiggy
of Biggie and Jay
Where niggaz got Will Smith chips, get jiggy all day
Bitches that boost in the city all day
Heckel and Koch, crack spots, federal watch
y'all that brand new Will Smith cut)
As soon as it drop watch the phones blow up!
BOOM then ship a mill
Quick to the store
What sold out?
When y'all
[Erick Sermon] 

Uh huh 



[Parrish Smith] 

Yo it's the return (uh huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm' 

Kid don't mess with fire because
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent

Ey, ask me what I
you baby. (''cause, boy, you knock me out.)

Fallin' for you, this love's a TKO. (Fallin' for you baby.)
Fallin' for you baby.

[RAP:] (Will Smith
out
No doubt, I'm about my cash, and all about my clout

Yeah, now speak on it, cousin who want it, talk to me
Heav' Diggy, niggy be jiggy, gruff
" because you're curious
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual

[parrish smith]
While I'm
so Bad Boy gettin' buried 
Snoop Dogg, why they fantasize? (fantasize) 
When we ride, it's a must havin sets die, every time 

Yes yes y'all, not
the shooting 

Cops heard the shots, shit's hot 'cause they're pursuing 

But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down 

Think I'm gettin caught by
a stash in it, the Smith-n-Wessun can chill in
I might get arressted, but until then?

[Chorus]

If I hear you gettin' chips, pitbulls where you
attire, black tool, no face mask, killa make a jack move
Yeah, by the way dog like bag food
Dope house like grocery stores, sell boy two
Gettin' high, thugs
the ghetto you don't get a medal if you settle for the drama 



She's a gangster and the other terminal cancer 



Ask too many questions and my Smith
helped me 
Too much like him 'til my mama don't love me 
On my own at a early age gettin' paid 
And I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid 
Where did I
thought you knew
This rap scholar make your momma wanna holla lovin us since '82
Run spittin and gettin a better livin
And I'm winnin by not sinnin
scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link
On the road doing shows
Yeah twenty and pop
She ain't gettin' shit from me unless you talkin' brick money
(Yeah)I need that Will Smith Money
That K Smith
the people walk in
The vibe stays nice and mellow, everybody fits in
And everybody hey and ho, are gettin they groove on
The record only stops when the lights
don't wanna see no penny missin'
It's old tradition how we click and fall in position
The rap coalition, we gettin' rich an

Poetically I'm deadly
they call me Chef Boyar-Beans
Beanie Crocker, cook coke proper
Right amount of flour siffin' it up
Coke spots runnin' by the hour shiftin' it up