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Gettin' Jiggy Wit' It
(Jason Andre's 'DJ with his own song' mix)
(Bring it)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, Haha, haha
What, what, what? Uh...
Oh on your marks ready set let's go, the dance floor show
I know you know that I'm here to go psycho
When my music deck spins, I always win
You're gonna get jiggy with me, oh that's it
Now all the ladies come ride, guys givin' you the eye
I know you got a bag with a lot of tricks in it
You say to your friend 'let's spin'
E'ybody dancin' for me, glancin' at you
Wishing they was dancin' wit' you
But you is only here for you
And the digga-DJ hot up here on the stage, you just like me,
Here for the tunes, I won't fight it
Steamin' all the guys on the anceday oorflay
Gettin' all jiggy, make it seem like foreplay
Yo, my music's infinite
Haha, Big Jay-ey style's all in it,
Gettin' Jay-ey wit it
Na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Gettin' Jay-ey wit it
Na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Gettin' Jay-ey wit it
Na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
What? You gonna dance with that guy?
You made a good choice, cos he's been giving you the eye
Mama-uh, mama-uh, mama get closer
You're in the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub, uh
Tough luck for the laters, the baiters,
Mad cause I played George Michael's latest
See me by the decks with the data
Met Ali, he told me, I'm the greatest
Now I got the fever, for the flavour of a, crowd pleaser
"DJ play another" I'm the prince of this
Your highness, only cool tunes do I call hits
South to the West to the East to the North
I play the hits and watch 'em go off, a go off
Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
In the winter or the (summertime)
I makes it hot,
Gettin' Jay-ey with it
Na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Gettin' Jay-ey wit it
Na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Gettin' Jay-ey wit it
Na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
8.50 am you're behind on your way
Who's the kid in the car?
It's deejay Andre
Living a life some consider a myth
Rocks from Downing Street to Falcon 25th
Life it used to grind me
And it'd get me down so nice and easy
Then I found the soothing effects of the Lucy
Beats to the maximum, I be taxin' them
Now ya gonna dance for the DJ who's rackin' them
Never see me misstackin' them
Rather have a fight with Mike Tyson
I'd flatten him
Hot
Rocking, all up on the floor
Then all my friends, my stuff
They're loading, took em driving in my big car, off roading
Then off down south to see my bestest friend Lucy
You think you're better than me?
Don't be silly
Gettin' Jay-ey wit' it
Na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Gettin' Jay-ey wit it
Na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Gettin' Jay-ey wit it
Na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
(Repat to fade)
©DJ Majick Productions 9.00
With thanks to Will Smith for the original song