The R.O.C. - Gettin' Jiggy Wit It (Remix) lyrics

* Censored before its release, so only the radio edit exists [Jermaine Dupri] Yeah {*imitates scratching*} Come on See y'all know me Y'all know the name What? How it goes down How I play the game Get jiggy with it Uh hun See y'all know me Y'all know the name Uh huh Get jiggy with it How it goes down, how I play the game [Verse 1: Will Smith] You want me to drop You gots to cripple me Cause while y'all Fake ball, I go triple P Tommy Matola and Spielbergs hand me checks While you talkin' a lot of talk, they ain't seeing gold yet Much less a baget Border chain to go with it In weak words, ya done spit in ya nine since Rhymes I probably heard six time (Why?) Cause I'm the Williest Think your stack can match mine Now you the silliest From Philly, it's the M-A, N in, B-L A-C-K, now watch the playa parle A nightmare to all haters Cribs with elevators Cooks and waiters Servin' me and Jada, now you afraid of The box-office a**a**in Yeah, they say I'm Hot to d**h, but in London, they say I'm smashin' Chi-Chi-O, don't quit it Big Will With the remix, still Gettin' jiggy with it Chorus: [Sample] "The Williest, from Philly it's" [Will Smith & JD] See y'all know me Y'all know the name [Sample] "The Williest, from Philly it's" [Will Smith & JD] This is how it goes down And how I play the game [Sample] "The Williest, from Philly it's" [Will Smith & JD] See y'all know me Y'all know the name [Sample] "The Williest, from Philly it's" [Jermaine Dupri] How it goes down And how I play the game [Verse 2: Big Punisher] We gettin' jiggy with it Puff in Philly so you can really feel it Pun and Willy, we gon' get it just like Biggie did it We're still committed to gettin' paid, gettin' [{*laid*}] In the shade Hittin' the maid the Bill Clinton way Now we sippin' Don and Jade down to Cancun Me and my man Tune, actin' a fool, National Lampoon Lancruisin' in the stretch Benz Since me and Fresh Prince been best friends And Benji's like Chestlen Them cats near over there Diamond border in the air With the chauffeur by the Range Rover of the year I'm still feared cause you love to hate Judge my fate S'why being a thug is great Ain't no playa hatin' (Hatin') You regulatin' all you say, you're nathan Claimin' to Mason's, but I still keep ya whole face in Standin' ovation when you see me Big amo B.P Call me a rano Cubano, we don't che-cheat Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: R.O.C.] It's York's finest Cops stake out Tryin' to find us We in the Bahamas Hidin' in [{*vaginas*}] We like to talk wild, flash dough and spill drinks Bright ice like lightbulbs in the links Sold out seats inside the Coliseum Ritz and college gleamin' Got chicks screamin' Intrigued by the player I be, switch fatigued On Wednesday, it's the army Next day, Armani So how y'all gonna harm me I lay y'all calmly Until the here rapter R.O.C. the top rapper You co*ked, but miss more shots, than the Raptors Only thing you can fill me with Is laughter Ha ha ha Y'all playas won't get far Tryna stop me R dot O dot C, R.O.C D-4-5-0, calico flow While I have y'all know, I'm jiggy with this here Come on [Cam'ron] Uh Will Smith, get jiggy with me JD, get jiggy with it Big Pun, get jiggy with it That's right, that [{*n***a*}] R.O.C., gettin' jiggy with it k**a Cam, get jiggy with it Uh Harlem World, get jiggy with it Uh k**a Cam'll get jiggy with it Believe that, (???) get jiggy with it [Verse 4: Cam'rom] C-A-M-R-O-N, I get Jig But usually in the back of the hooptie, ready to split wigs Pain's inflicted a menace since leather bombers And letter Farmers Head and pajamas, a bed of piranhas I'm better with llamas Uh huh, nice aroma My j**els like gloves, you could call 'em Isotoner (Ice-a-toners) All over the map Condo and hatch Borrow the match Real ballers like Alonzo and Shaq And how could you not know Mase is multi Diss us, y'all all try But y'all are small fry And I never, been to Bel Air, cause I'm from St. Elsewhere Where [{*n***as*}], get money And they pay rent by welfare They despise money And them guys are funny That's why I keep it movin' like the Energizer bunny And if your pies are crummy That'll be a pity Cause I will, get gritty, just to get jiggy (Get jiggy...)