Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It (Remix) Will Smith (Ft. Big Pun, Cam'ron, Jermaine Dupri & Rahman "Rocky" Griffin)

* 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 Mottola and Spielberg tearing me checks
While you talkin' a lot of talk and ain't seen gold yet
Much less a baguette
Or the chain to go with it
In weak words, ya done spit in ya nonsense 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 assassin
Yeah, they say I'm
Hot to death, 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