Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Will Smith
Vocals
Lanar "Kern" Brantley
Bass Guitar
David Foreman
Lead Guitar
Timothy "Tyme" Riley
Keyboards
DJ Jazzy Jeff
Scratches
Sister Sledge
Sampled Artist
Spoonie Gee
Sampled Artist
The Bar-Kays
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Smith
Songwriter
David Porter
Songwriter
Samuel Barnes
Songwriter
Bernard Edwards
Songwriter
Nile Rodgers
Songwriter
Joey Robinson Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Poke & Tone
Producer
L.E.S.
Co-Producer
James Lassiter
Executive Producer
Ann Carli
Executive Producer
Benny Medina
Executive Producer
Chris Riband
Assistant Engineer
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Recording Engineer
Chris Ribando
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
Got to 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 'lotta stuff in it
Give it to your friend, let's spin, everybody lookin' at me
Glancin' the kid, wishing they was dancin' a 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 the an-may 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]
Gettin' jiggy wit it
Gettin' jiggy wit it
Gettin' jiggy wit it
Gettin' jiggy wit it
[Verse 2]
What?
You want to ball with the kid?
Watch your step, you might fall tryna do what I did
Mama, mama, mama, come closer (Uh, uh)
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 mad chicks ride in my whips
South to the West to the East to the North
Bump my hits and watch them go off, a-go off
Ah, yes-yes y'all
Ya don't stop in the winter or the summertime
I makes it hot
[Chorus]
Gettin' jiggy wit 'em
Gettin' jiggy wit it
Gettin' jiggy wit it
Gettin' jiggy wit it
[Verse 3]
850iS if you need a lift
Who's the kid in the drop? Who else, Will Smith
Living 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 Weezie
CREAM to the maximum, I be asking 'em
Would you like to bounce with the brother that's platinum?
Never see Will attacking 'em
Rather play ball with Shaq and 'em, flatten 'em
Psych, kidding
Thought I took a spill, but I didn't
Trust the lady of my life, she hitting
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
[Chorus]
Gettin' jiggy wit it
Gettin' jiggy wit it
Gettin' jiggy wit it
Gettin' jiggy wit it
Written by: Bernard Edwards, David Porter, Joey Robinson Jr, Nile Rodgers, Samuel Barnes, Will Smith