Jay-z - It's Hot (some Like It Hot) lyrics

[jay-z] Can't stop it n***a, 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 motherf**in hands together, uh-huh Put your motherf**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***a Keep a full clip i have to empty out on n***az Hoe bagger, no slacker, get this sh** jumpin Like eight blacks, fo' crackers, get yo' a** jumped Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter n***a Gat buster, a** toucher.. clit licker Go against jigga yo' a** is dense I'm about a dollar, what the f** is 50 cents? Hot sh**, kick a n***a, turn these mics out My j**elry so bright you can turn these lights out Hovah's like noah keep two in the truck I'm like u-haul; every b**h move when i f** You move s*ut, i gotta put two in your bu*t I'm everything: the when's, why's, who's, and what n***a 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 n***az 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***a 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 sh**, get them hands up Chorus 2x