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Giggin'[Mac Dre:]Ah, what, ah, what Mall Macenroe, like what! Andre Macassi ah, ugh Street Sampras, what it do? What that is? What it do? Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh This ain't no love ballad, or romance song This a dance song for you can get yo dance on It's hard to keep my pants on when I'm giggin' And when I'm giggin' it look like I'm diggin' I do the pigeon, bird like a nerd Some endlessly rappin' every line every word I dust myself off like I stole third Skinny nigga giggin' with no shirt I get chauffeured so I can passenger gig Get the chips and don't trip off her mask and her wig So, son, I'm askin' her this: Can you do the thing? Can you really do the dew and pursue the green? I ask her who the king, she tell me I'm is (Nothin' but the hook) It's almost time, kids I'm tryna see some grindin', can you dig? Yeah, you fine, bitch, but can you gig? Baby, can you gig? You so crazy when you gig Ugh, she giggin' Lady, can you gig? Girl, you so crazy when you gig Ugh, he giggin' Baby, can you gig? You so crazy when you gig Ugh, she giggin' Lady, can you gig? Girl, you so crazy when you gig Ugh, he giggin' Baby, can you gig? You so crazy when you gig Ugh, she giggin' Lady, can you gig? Girl, you so crazy when you gig Ugh, he giggin' [Rydah J. Klyde:] She was doin' the twist and pop While I was tryna get the cork out the Cris then pop all in her hair Her champagne shampoo was Flashdance 2 Baby want me to dance too but that I can't do She was giggin' too hard for me Turned around and my dick stretched a yard you see I can't play with you lil' mama, Thizzle got you crazy Shocked her when I stood up and walked on her lazy Broke it down, touched the ground; rolls with the 80's shit Lit that hazy, asked her "What you know about Thizz?" "What you know about this? Naw, bitch, Thizz" 'Cause that's what it is, DJ put us in the mix Watch us pump up the party 'Cause we didn't come to body nobody It's 300 Bay cats in the lobby Swingin' dreads, movin' heads, getting' stupid Naw, that's the old look, can gig to this new shit, watch me [Mac Dre:] Baby, can you gig? You so crazy when you gig Ugh, she giggin' Lady, can you gig? Girl, you so crazy when you gig Ugh, he giggin' Baby, can you gig? You so crazy when you gig Ugh, she giggin' Lady, can you gig? Girl, you so crazy when you gig Ugh, he giggin' Baby, can you gig? You so crazy when you gig Ugh, she giggin' Lady, can you gig? Girl, you so crazy when you gig Ugh, he giggin' [Mac Mall:] I'm a fan of the Running Man, old school Cabbage Patch Might mix The Prep with a little Roger Rabbit Robo-Cop, Up-rock, Pop-lock, Boogaloo I don't know about you but where I'm from you see we act a fool Lil' mama giggin' with me tryin' hard to keep up But I'm bustin' moves that she never even heard of Feelin' it, Thizz face look permanent Advance Bird Dance now we call the shit "The Buzzard", bitch Humpty Dance don't got nothin' on me Quick to Michael Jackson spin and do the Mahoney You squares is phony but your bitch still want me 'Cause I do the George Jefferson oh so coldly Yeah, it's a celebration, bitch So I'm gon' break it down to the Fred Sanford Lil' mama movin' but you know she can't handle it I'm in the middle of the floor with my hands on my dick [Mac Dre:] Baby, can you gig? You so crazy when you gig Ugh, she giggin' Lady, can you gig? Girl, you so crazy when you gig Ugh, he giggin' Baby, can you gig? You so crazy when you gig Ugh, she giggin' Lady, can you gig? Girl, you so crazy when you gig Ugh, he giggin' Baby, can you gig? You so crazy when you gig Ugh, she giggin' Lady, can you gig? Girl, you so crazy when you gig Ugh, he giggin' |