Jay-Z It's Hot (Some Like It Hot) [From Some Like It Hot] Lyrics

[Jay-Z]
Can't stop it n____, 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 m_________in hands together, uh-huh
Put your m_________in hands together
Yo, can't stop it

Yo..
Yo show closer, J-to-the-A-Y-Hovah
Place shutter down, who the f___'ll f___ around?
Game spitter, Range sitter, Bentley driver n____
Keep a full clip I have to empty out on n____z
Hoe bagger, no slacker, get this s___ jumpin
like eight blacks, fo' crackers, get yo' a__ jumped
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter n____
Gat buster, a__ toucher.. c___ licker
Go against Jigga yo' a__ is dense
I'm about a dollar, what the f___ is 50 Cents?
Hot s___, kick a n____, 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 b____ move when I f___
You move s___, I gotta put two in your b___
I'm everything: the when's, why's, who's, and what
n____ 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 d___, 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
n____z 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 n____ 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 s___, get them hands up

[Chorus 2X]