Giggin'

(专辑： Da U.S. Open - 2005)

[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 gigging
And when I'm gigging it look like I'm digging
I do the pigeon, bird like a nerd
Some endlessly rapping every line every word
I dust myself off like I stole third
Skinny nigga gigging 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 asking 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
(Nothing but the hook) It's almost time, kids
I'm tryna see some grinding, can you dig?
Yeah, you fine, bitch, but can you gig?

Baby, can you gig?
You so crazy when you gig
Ugh, she gigging
Lady, can you gig?
Girl, you so crazy when you gig
Ugh, he gigging

Baby, can you gig?
You so crazy when you gig
Ugh, she gigging
Lady, can you gig?
Girl, you so crazy when you gig
Ugh, he gigging

Baby, can you gig?
You so crazy when you gig
Ugh, she gigging
Lady, can you gig?
Girl, you so crazy when you gig
Ugh, he gigging

[Rydah J. Klyde:]
She was doing 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 gigging 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
Swinging dreads, moving 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 gigging
Lady, can you gig?
Girl, you so crazy when you gig
Ugh, he gigging

Baby, can you gig?
You so crazy when you gig
Ugh, she gigging
Lady, can you gig?
Girl, you so crazy when you gig
Ugh, he gigging

Baby, can you gig?
You so crazy when you gig
Ugh, she gigging
Lady, can you gig?
Girl, you so crazy when you gig
Ugh, he gigging

[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 gigging with me trying hard to keep up
But I'm busting moves that she never even heard of
Feeling it, Thizz face look permanent
Advance Bird Dance now we call the shit "The Buzzard", bitch
Humpty Dance don't got nothing 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 moving 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 gigging
Lady, can you gig?
Girl, you so crazy when you gig
Ugh, he gigging

Baby, can you gig?
You so crazy when you gig
Ugh, she gigging
Lady, can you gig?
Girl, you so crazy when you gig
Ugh, he gigging

Baby, can you gig?
You so crazy when you gig
Ugh, she gigging
Lady, can you gig?
Girl, you so crazy when you gig
Ugh, he gigging