Gettin Jiggy Wicket

by Tabitha M. Blackman On your mark ready set let’s go Dance no more I know you know He go Psycho when his new boy hit Just can sit Gotta get jiggy wicket Ooh that’s it Now leia leia come ride DKNY all up in my eye He gotta parade bag with a alotta stuff in it Give it to his his friend let’s spin Everybody lookin’ at him Glancin’ at the kid Wishin’ they was dancin’ a jog There with that handsome kid Ciga-cigar right from Endor-Endor He bites it It’s for the look he don’t light it. Ill-way the an-may on the ance-day oor-flay Givin’ up jiggy make it feel like foreplay Yo, his speeder, yo its infinite- Ha Ha Big Wicket Styles all in it Gettin’ Jiggy Wicket Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana Gettin’ Jiggy Wicket Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana Gettin’ Jiggy Wicket Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana Gettin’ Jiggy Wicket Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana What you wanna brawl with the kid Watch your step you might fall trying to do what he did Yubba-yub yubba-yub he’sa comin’ closer In the middle of the club with the yub-a-yub, unh No love for the haters, the haters Mad cause he got floor seats at the Fakers See him at the fifty-yard line at the Flakers Met Leia-y she told him he’s the greatest He got the fever for the forest pleaser DJ play another From the prince of this Your highness Only furry chicks ride in his whips South to the west to the east to the north Bought his flips and watch ‘em go off go off Ah yes yes ya’ll and ya don’t stop In the winter or the (summertime) He makes it hot Gettin’ Jiggy Wickem Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana Gettin’ Jiggy Wicket Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana Gettin’ Jiggy Wicket Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana Gettin’ Jiggy Wicket Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana Gettin’ Jiggy Wicket Eight-fifty I.S if you need a ticket Who’s the ewok in the drop Who else Wicket Livin’ that life some consider a myth Rock from south tree to one two fifth Women use to tease him Give it to him now nice and easy Since he moved up like Wedge Antilles Cream to the maximum he be askin’ ‘em Would you like to bounce with the brother that’s fatnum Never see Wick attackin’ um, Flatten ‘em Psyche Kiddin’ You thought he took a spill But he didn’t Trust the lady of his life she getting Hit with her drop top with the hittin’ Crib for his mom on the outskirts of Cloud City You try flex on him Don’t be silly Gettin’ Jiggy Wicket Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana Gettin’ Jiggy Wicket Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana Gettin’ Jiggy Wicket Na na na na na na na nana Na na na na nana