Jay‐Z It's Hot (Some Like It Hot) Lyrics

Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Hova Song (intro)
  • 2 So Ghetto
  • 3 Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up)
  • 4 Dope Man
  • 5 Things That U Do
  • 6 It's Hot (Some Like It Hot)
  • 7 Snoopy Track
  • 8 S. Carter
  • 9 Pop 4 Roc
  • 10 Watch Me
  • 11 Big Pimpin'
  • 12 There's Been a Murder
  • 13 Come and Get Me
  • 14 NYMP
  • 15 Hova Song (outro)
  • 16 Anything / Jigga My Nigga / Girl's Best Friend
  • Can't stop it, *****, uh
    Mm-hmm, uh-huh, can't stop that
    Timberland, uh-huh
    Jigga man, uh-huh
    Yeah, Brook, Brook-Brooklyn, huh?
    That's right
    Put your **********ing hands together, uh-huh
    Put your **********ing hands together
    Yo, can't stop it

    Yo, show closer, J-to-the-A-Y-Hovah
    Place shutter down
    Who the ****'ll **** around?
    Game spitter, range sitter, Bentley driver, *****
    Keep a full clip I have to empty out on *****s
    Ho bagger, no slacker, get this **** jumpin'
    Like eight blacks, fo' crackers, get yo' *** jumped
    Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter, *****
    Gat buster, *** toucher, clit licker
    Go against jigga
    Yo' *** is dense
    I'm about a dollar
    What the **** is 50 cents?
    Hot ****, kick a *****, 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 ***** move when I ****
    You move slut, I gotta put two in your butt
    I'm everything: the when's, why's, who's, and what
    ***** what?

    [Chorus: x2]
    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

    Separate myself from the lame
    No, you can't see me
    I'm 6-0-0, you 300 C-E
    Give my ladies ****, my young hos 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
    *****z said, "Bryan, leave your cousin' in the house."
    Every time 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 want to play jigga, *****
    What, you drank fluid?
    Got a full tank
    Now you want to pull rank?
    I clap still, act ill, jigga shoot thee
    Give you chest pains, leg sprains absolutely


    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
    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
    Timberland, hot ****, get them hands up

    [Chorus: x2]

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