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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
checkin
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter
Cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya
Talk
protection
Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter
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
humans, towns run
By young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough
" 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
Boy gettin buried
Snoop Dogg, why they fantasize? (fantasize)
When we ride, it's a must havin' sets die, every time

Yes yes why'all, not $hort but
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
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