Jay-z - It's Hot (Some Like it Hot) lyrics

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[Jay-Z]

Can't stop it nigga, uh

Mm-hmm, uh-huh, can't stop that

Timbaland uh-huh.. Jigga Man uh-huh

Yeah.. Brook, Brook-Brooklyn huh?

That's right

Put your motherfuckin hands together, uh-huh

Put your motherfuckin hands together

Yo, can't stop it

Yo..

Yo show closer, J-to-the-A-Y-Hovah

Place shutter down, who the fuck'll fuck around?

Game spitter, Range sitter, Bentley driver nigga

Keep a full clip I have to empty out on niggaz

Hoe bagger, no slacker, get this shit jumpin

like eight blacks, fo' crackers, get yo' ass jumped

Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga

Gat buster, ass toucher.. clit licker

Go against Jigga yo' ass is dense

I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 Cents?

Hot shit, kick a nigga, turn these mics out

My jewelry so bright you can turn these lights out

Hovah's like Noah keep two in the truck

I'm like U-Haul; every bitch movin' I fuck

You move slut, I gotta put two in your butt

I'm everything: the when's, why's, who's, and what

Nigga what?

Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X w/ minor variations)

Hell no you can't stop it, when it's hot it's hot

My grind, keep me jumpin out of drop to drop

My shine, lose your sight tryin to watch the watch

When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop

[Jay-Z]

Seperate myself from the lame, no you can't see me

I'm 6-0-0, you 300 C-E

Give my ladies dick, my young hoes pee-pee

Hits in a row like MJ; "Hee-hee!"

Since I was waist height, late night, bustin in the clouds

Runnin wild, comin home late, cussin out my mouth

Niggaz said, "Bryan leave your cousin in the house"

Everytime we play the Dozen, he's buggin out

While y'all was playin yo-yo, I was sittin on low pros

Dippin the po-po, gettin that dough-dough

No, no I ain't stupid I take loot kid

What's in the bank? Shoot it

Lose it like I ain't do it

You wanna play Jigga nigga what you drank fluid?

Got a full tank now you wanna pull rank?

I clap still, act ill, Jigga shoot thee

Give you chest pains, leg sprains absolutely

What?

Chorus

[Jay-Z]

Thirty-eight revolve like the sun round the Earth

Try to play hard get you found round the dirt

Six shell casings found round your shirt

{*cyring*} in surround sound from the hearse

Jigga Man, trigger man, hit your man up

Six shots, hit the pole, hit the van up

Kidnap grown folks get them grands up

Timbaland, hot shit, get them hands up

Chorus 2X