Will Smith Big Willie Style Gettin' Jiggy Wit It 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 ohh that's it now honey honey come ride DKNY all up in my eye you got a Prada bag with a lot a stuff in it give it to your friend let's spin everybody 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 illway to amay on the ance-day oor-flay give it up jiggy make it feel like foreplay yo my cardio is infinite ha ha big willie style's all in it Chorus: na na na na na na na nana na na na na nana gettin jiggy wit it repeat 3x what you wanna ball with the kid watch your step you might fall trying to do what I did mama-unh mama-unh mama cusa in the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub no love for 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 a go off ah yes yes yall 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 one two fifth women used to tease me give it to me now nice and easy since I moved up like George and Wheezey cream to the maximum I be askin' 'em would you like to bounce with the 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 Red Hot Chili Peppers Beavis And Butt-Head Do America Soundtrack Love Rollercoaster You give me that funny feeling in my tummy aww shit, yeah, that's right huh Rollercoaster of Love say what Rollercoaster yeah (oohh oohh oohh) Oh baby you know what I'm talking about Rollercoaster of Love oh yeah it's Rollercoaster time lovin' you is really wild Oh itīs just a love rollercoaster step right up and get your ticket Chorus: Your love is like a Rollercoaster baby,baby I wanna ride yeah (awawaw) Move over dad 'cause I'm a double dipple Upside down on th big dip dipper 1,2,1,2,3 Iīve got a ticket ride with me Let me go down on the marry-go-round All is fair 'n' a big fair ground Love go slow love go fast Liqourice whip gonna whip your ass. Rollercoaster say what I will be there for you I will be your man. Notorious B.I.G. Life After Death Hypnotize Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon Hah, sicka than your average Poppa Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink pink gators, my Detroit players Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there Air Nike Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who do something to us, talk go through us Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe) Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (Take that, take that, take that, haha!) Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope) So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-Da-Di" Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to) And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah) I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh) Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right) All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon) Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!) Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the shit Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks on the Lexus, LX, four and a half Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars I still leave you on the pavement Condo paid for, no car payment At my arraignment, note for the plantiff Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh) Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty) Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and get me Chorus: Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (huh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to) And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit (I can fill ya) Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly Wreck it buy a new one Your crew run run run, your crew run run I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit flows girls say he's sweet like licorice So get with this nigga, it's easy Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right) Come up to your job, hit you while you workin (uhh) for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly Hit em wit the force like Obe, dick black like Toby (Obe... Toby) Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey) Chorus: Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to) And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh) Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to) And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh) Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh) Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your flashy ways Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (repeat chorus twice) Smashing Pumpkins Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness Zero My reflection, dirty mirror There's no connection to myself I'm your lover, I'm your zero I'm the face in your dreams of glass So save your prayers For when we're really gonna need 'em Throw out your cares and fly Wanna go for a ride? She's the one for me She's all I really need 'cause she's the one for me Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness And cleanliness is godliness, and God is empty just like me Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness Bullshit fakers, enchanted kingdoms The fashion victims chew their charcoal teeth I never let on, that I was on a sinking ship I never let on that I was down You blame yourself, for what you can't ignore You blame yourself for wanting more She's the one for me She's all I really need She's the one for me She's my one and only |