Would you like to bounce with the brother that's platinum
Never see Will attackin' 'em
I rather play ball with Shaq and 'em
Flatten 'em
Psyche
Hittin' you thought I took a spill
But I didn't
Trust the lady of my life she hittin'
Hit her with a drop top with the ribbon
Crib for my mom on the outskirts of Philly
You trying to flex on me
Don't be silly
Gettin jiggy wit it
Na na na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Gettin jiggy wit it
Na na na na na na na nana
Na na na na na na na nana (Uh, uh)
Na na na na nana
Gettin jiggy wit it
Na na na na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Gettin jiggy wit it
Songwriter:
Na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Na na na na nana
Bernard Edwards / David Porter / Ben Cauley / James Alexander / Samuel J. Barnes / Willard C. Smith / Willie Clarence Hall / Larry Charles Dodson / Harvey J. Henderson / Winston A. Stewart / Nile Gregory Rodgers / Joseph Roy Jr. Robinson
Wow. Thank you. Today was not that. You didn’t get caught up in some moment and rush in where angels fear to tread. You made a deliberate choice to make yourself a trage. Yeah. I made myself a target because I wasn’t gonna let any of you guys take that risk, because I cannot handle anyone else getting hurt right now. Today I could do someting to protect the rest of you. So I did.
