Lyrical Breakdown of Gettin' Jiggy Wit It (feat. Snoop Dogg) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gettin' Jiggy Wit It (feat. Snoop Dogg)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Snoop Dogg weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gettin' Jiggy Wit It (feat. Snoop Dogg)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Snoop Dogg employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Woo, (na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (na-na, na, na, na-na)
Haha, haha, (na-na, na, na, na-na)
Big Snoop Dogg, (na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
What? What? What? What? (Na-na, na, na, na-na)
Uh (Na-na, na, na, na-na)
On your mark, ready, set, let's go
Dancefloor pro, I know you know
I go psycho when my new joint hit (woo)
Just can't sit
Gotta get jiggy wit' it, ooh, that's it
Now honey, honey, come ride
DKNY all up in my eye
You gotta Prada bag with a lotta stuff in it (uh, uh, uh)
Give it to your friend, let's spin
Everybody lookin' at me, glancin' the kid
Wishin' they was dancin' the 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 (woo)
Yo, my cardio is infinite
Ha ha
Big Willie style's all in it
Gettin' jiggy wit' it
(Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na, na, na, na-na)
Gettin' jiggy wit' it
(Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na, na, na, na-na)
Gettin' jiggy wit' it
(Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na, na, na, na-na)
Gettin' jiggy wit' it
(Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na, na, na, na-na)
What? You wanna ball with the kid?
Watch your step, you (woo) might fall
Trying to do what I did
Mama, uh, mama, uh, mama, comе closer
In the middle of thе 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 bad chicks ride in my whips
South to the West to the East to the North
My hits and watch 'em go off, go off
Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop (woo)
In the winter or the (summertime)
I makes it hot
Gettin' jiggy wit' 'em
(Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na, na, na, na-na)
Gettin' jiggy wit' it
(Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na, na, na, na-na)
Gettin' jiggy wit' it
(Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na, na, na, na-na)
Gettin' jiggy wit' it
(Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na, na, na, na-na)
850is, if you need a lift
Who's the kid in the drop?
Who else? Will Smith
Livin' 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 Weezy
C.R.E.A.M. to the maximum, I be askin' 'em
"Would you like to bounce with the brother that's platinum?"
Never see Will attackin' 'em (uh-uh)
Rather play ball with Shaq and 'em, flatten 'em
Psyche, in
Thought I took a spill, but I didn't
Trust, the lady of my life she hittin', (ah-ah)
Hit her with a drop top with the ribbon, (ah-ah)
Crib for my mom on the outskirts of Philly
You? Tryna flex on me? Don't be silly
Gettin' jiggy wit' it
(Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na, na, na, na-na)
Gettin' jiggy wit' it
(Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na, na, na, na-na)
Gettin' jiggy wit' it
(Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na, na, na, na-na)
Gettin' jiggy wit' it
Yes sir, (Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
Uh, uh, uh (Na-na, na, na, na-na)
Get jiggy wit' it
Yes sir
Shoutout to my baby Dj David May
From around the way, (na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
Hello
Big Snoop Dogg (Dogg-Dogg)
Get jiggy wit' it
Somebody roll up some of that sticky yikiee yikiee (na-na, na, na, na-na)
Yeah (Na-na, na, na, na-na)
What's you smokin' now? (Na-na, na, na, na-na)
Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na, yeah
(Na-na, na, na, na-na-na-na)
(Na-na, na, na, na-na)
World wide
International
Death row motherfuckin' records
Gettin' jiggy wit' it