Gettin' Jiggy Wit It 
 -Will Smith-Samuel J. Barnes-B. Edwards-N. Rodgers-J. Robinson-
Performed by Will Smith


Hoooo!
Uh uh uh uh
Ha haa, ha haa!
What, what, what, what?
Uh!

On your mark.
Ready, set, let's go!
Dance floor pro, I know you know. 
I go psycho with my new joint hit.
Just can't sit.
Gotta get jiggy wit it!
Ooh! That's it, now honey honey come ride!
D-K-N-Y all up in my eye. 
You gotta brought a bag with a lot a stuff in it. 
Give it to your friend let's spin! 
E'ybody lookin' at me, glancin' the kid.
Wish you nig was dancin' the 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. 
Ill way to ammy on the ?????? 
Give it up jiggy make it feel like foreplay.
Yo, my cardio is infinite.
Ha ha! 
Big Willie style's all in it. 

Chorus: 

Gettin' Jiggy Wit It!
Na na na na na na na nana. 
Na na na na nana.
Gettin jiggy wit it!
Repeat  x 3 

What? 
You wanna ball with the kid ?
Watch your step you might fall
trying to do what I did! 
Mama-uh, mama-uh, mama kumkrusa!
In the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub. 
Uh, 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 bad chicks ride in my whips! 
South to the west to the east to the north, 
bought my hits and watch 'em go off 'n' go off! 
Ah yes yes y'all, 'n' ya don't stop!
In the winter 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' that life some consider a myth.
Rock from south street to 1-2-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 a brother that's platinum? 
Never see Will attackin' 'em. 
I rather play ball with Shaq and 'em! 
Flatten 'em! 
Psyche! 
Hittin'!
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... 

Chorus