Song Lyrics
Who s the kid in the drop, see me on the fifty yard line with the raiders
Watch your step you might fall, it s for the look i don t light it, eight-fifty i.s
hah hah hah hah
everybody lookin at me
Give it to me now nice and easy, no love for the haters
Gettin jiggy wit em, just can t sit
yo my car-dee-o is infinit
Dance floor pro i know you know, i makes it hot, rather play ball with shaq and um
Givin up jiggy make it feel like foreplay, bicka bicka bow bow bow
Everybody lookin at me, bought my hits and watch em go off a go off, on your mark ready set let s go
Since i moved up like george and wheezy, watch your step you might fall, i got the fever for the flavor of a crowd pleaser
here with this handsome kid
Bicka bow bow bump bump, ciga-cigar right from cuba-cuba, watch your step you might fall
See me on the fifty yard line with the raiders, now honey honey come ride, see me on the fifty yard line with the raiders
on your mark ready set let s go
Give it to your friend let s spin, met ali he told me i m the greatest It, everybody lookin at me
see me on the fifty yard line with the raiders
i makes it hot
You gotta prada bag with alotta stuff in it, if you need a lift
Watch your step you might fall, you trying to flex on me, getting jiggy wit it
getting jiggy wit it
gotta get jiggy wit it
Dkny all up in my eye, trying to do what i did
Only mad chicks ride in my whips, in the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub
I got the fever for the flavor of a crowd pleaser, women used to tease me, gotta get jiggy wit it