It's Hot (Some Like It Hot) - Jay-Z

[Jay Z] 
Can't stop it nigga 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 motherfuckin hands together uh huh 
Put your motherfuckin hands together 
Yo can't stop it 

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

Chorus 2X