Jay‐Z It's Hot (Some Like It Hot) Lyrics
Can't stop it, *****, uh
Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter Track Listing
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
15 Hova Song (outro)
16 Anything / Jigga My Nigga / Girl's Best Friend
Mm-hmm, uh-huh, can't stop that
Jigga man, uh-huh
Yeah, Brook, Brook-Brooklyn, huh?
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
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?
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