Aussie Hip-Hop - Jam hot lyrics

Take a flight, pa**port, Jam may be gritty Cause your listening to the boy from the big beat, beat, Oi! Speaking something fresh be my guest at the matinee Flowing through the veins is the blood of Cab Calloway Under the spotlight but not in front of a big band Tell me… How much charisma can you withstand? Step inna de place to be gracefully gracious Hear some sly remarks but let the haters be haters It's a full house but there's no card dealing A wink to the haters to show there's no hard feelings (Naaah!) Even if you said 'Hau is fake' Don't bother getting your flat brim bent outta shape (Naaah!) Just cos you're here without a date Don't take it out on me, man, I'll show you how to make A move so smooth. Oh you just gotta see Honestly you gotta speak confidently On the beat I dance like 'ooh s**y' On the beat you dance like two left feet You're dancing to the words; man you gotta loosen up, bruh If you get it right then you get to loosen up bras Remove panties then do what you gotta International – do the lambada Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty You're listening to the boy from the big bad city This is jam hot (let me tell you…) This is jam hot Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty You're listening to the boy from the big big big big... Dressed to impress, but it's not a zoot suit But I look fresh, as them brothers used to Quick with the wit like them brothers in the Juice Crew When I gets loose, I leave brothers with a loose tooth Clicking my fingers like Spike and Denzel At the start of Malcolm X in a Friday night special Whatever joint you chose – I got the pointy shoe shuffle Where the naughty girls shimmer and the naughty boys hustle Enter the dancehall swinging off the chandelier Eyeing of your chain like, “Give it up! Hand it here!” Escape out the back never to be seen again Disappear into the dark's unknown parts (yo!) Clear out the windpipe – crisp clean pin stripe Tell a honey dip what my insight been like She's under my spell – we under the dim light She's breathless cos my grips like skin tight Red light, green light, 1, 2, 3 Sporting turbo gla**es like a young Bruce Lee With a one-inch punch I can punch through trees So don't get mad if ya hon' chose me (uh!) Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty You're listening to the boy from the big bad city This is jam hot This is jam hot Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty You're listening to the boy from the big bad city This is jam hot This is jam hot "eeeeyyyyyooooww" After the show is the after party and… After the party is the hotel lobby and… After tequila it's probably vodka After a slow dance, man, we break it down proper This the way that we run things and no, we don't stop All over the country 'til the wheels fall off This the way that we run things and no, we don't stop All over the country 'til the wheels fall off