Giggin-Mac Dre/Mistah F.A.B./Dem Hoodstarz

Giggin (Ft. Mistah F.A.B. and Dem Hoodstarz) - Mac Dre (feat. Rydah J Klyde) [Mac Dre talking] 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 [Mac Dre] 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 I'm on Hennessey rappin' every line every word I dust myself off Like I stoled thurr Skinny ni**a giggin' wit no shirt I get chauffer so I can passenger gig Get the chips and don't trip off her mask and her wig So that's why 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 kid I'm trynna see some grindin' Can you dig? Yeah you fine b**ch but can you gig? [Chorus x3: Mac Dre] Baby can you gig? You so crazy when you gig Eeew she giggin' Lady can you gig? Girl you so crazy when you gig Eeew he giggin' [Rydah J. Klyde] She was doin' the twist and pop While I was trynna get the cork out the Crys then pop all in her hair The champagne shampoo was flash dance too 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 the yard you see I can't play wit 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 wit the 80's sh*t Lit that hazy, asked her "What you know about Thizz?" "What you know about this? Naw B**ch Thizz" Cuz that's what it is DJ put us in the mix Watch us pump up the party Cuz we didn't come to bothy nobody It's 300 Bay cats in the lobby Swing them dreads, movin' heads, getting' stupid Naw that's the old look they gig to this new sh*t watch me [Chorus x3] [Mac Mall] I'm a fan of the running man Old school Cabbage Patch Might mix some prep wit a lil' 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' wit 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 sh*t "The Buzzer" b**ch Humpty Dance don't got nothin' on me Quick to Michael Jackson spin and do the Mahoney You squares is phony But your b**ch still want me Cuz I do the George Jefferson oh so coldly Yeah it's a celebration b**ch So I'm a break it down to the fresh outfit Lil' mama movin' but you know she can't handle it I'm in the middle of the floor wit my hands on my dick [Chorus x3]