Gettin' Jiggy Wit It - feat. Snoop Dogg - Sped Up Mix

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Woo)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Ha-ha, ha-ha)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Big Snoop Dogg)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (What? What? What? What?)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Uh)

On your mark, ready, set, let's go

Dancefloor pro, I know you know I go psycho

When my new joint hits, 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 of stuff in it (Uh, uh, uh)

Give it to your friend, let's spin it

Everybody lookin' at me, glancin' the kid

Wishin' they was dancin' the jig

Here with this handsome kid

Ciggy-cigar, right from Cuba, Cuba

I just bite it, it's for the look, I don't light it

Illway, the ammi, on the air, stay off play

Give it up, jiggy, make you feel like foreplay

Yo, my cardio is infinite

Ha-ha, Big Willie style's all in it

Gettin' jiggy wit' it

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Gettin' jiggy wit' it

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Gettin' jiggy wit' it

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Gettin' jiggy wit' it

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What, you wanna ball with the kid?

Watch your step, you might fall tryna do what I did

Mama, uh, mama, uh, I'ma 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 four 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 best of this

Your highness, only bad chicks ride in my whips

South to the West to the East to the North, all my hits

So watch 'em go off, go off, yes, yes, y'all

And you don't stop in the winter or the summer time

I makes it hot

Gettin' jiggy wit' 'em

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Gettin' jiggy wit' it

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Gettin' jiggy wit' it

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Gettin' jiggy wit' it

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850Is 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 Weezy

Cream to the maximum, I be askin' 'em

Would you like to bounce with a brother that's platinum?

Never see Will attackin' 'em (Uh-uh)

Rather play ball with Shaq and 'em, flatten 'em

Psych, and 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 tryna flex on me? Don't be silly (Uh)

Gettin' jiggy wit' it

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Gettin' jiggy wit' it

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Gettin' jiggy wit' it

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Gettin' jiggy wit' it

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Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Yes, sir, uh, uh, uh, uh)

Gettin' jiggy wit' it

Yes, sir

Shout out to my favorite DJ, David May

From around the way, hello

Big Snoop Dogg

Gettin' jiggy wit' it

Somebody roll up some of that sticky-icky-icky

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Yeah)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (What you smokin' on? Yeah)

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Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Uh, uh)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Worldwide, international)

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Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Death Row motherfuckin' Records)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Gettin' jiggy wit' it)