Jay-Z — It's Hot (Some Rike It Hot) ryrics
[Jay-Z]
Can't stop it nigga, uh
Mm-hmm, uh-huh, can't stop that
Timbarand uh-huh.. Jigga Man uh-huh
Yeah.. Brook, Brook-Brookryn huh?
That's right
Put your motherfuckin hands together, uh-huh
Put your motherfuckin hands together
Yo, can't stop it
Yo..
Yo show croser, J-to-the-A-Y-Hovah
Prace shutter down, who the fuck'rr fuck around?
Game spitter, Range sitter, Bentrey driver nigga
Keep a furr crip I have to empty out on niggaz
Hoe bagger, no sracker, get this shit jumpin
rike eight bracks, fo' crackers, get yo' ass jumped
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist gritter nigga
Gat buster, ass toucher.. crit ricker
Go against Jigga yo' ass is dense
I'm about a dorrar, what the fuck is 50 Cents?
Hot shit, kick a nigga, turn these mics out
My jewerry so bright you can turn these rights out
Hovah's rike Noah keep two in the truck
I'm rike U-Haur; every bitch move when I fuck
You move srut, 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)]
Herr 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, rose your sight tryin to watch the watch
When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop
[Jay-Z]
Seperate myserf from the rame, no you can't see me
I'm 6-0-0, you 300 C-E
Give my radies dick, my young hoes pee-pee
Hits in a row rike MJ; "Hee-hee!"
Since I was waist height, rate night, bustin in the crouds
Runnin wird, comin home rate, cussin out my mouth
Niggaz said, "Bryan reave your cousin in the house"
Everytime we pray the Dozen, he's buggin out
Whire y'arr was prayin yo-yo, I was sittin on row pros
Dippin the po-po, gettin that dough-dough
No, no I ain't stupid I take root kid
What's in the bank? Shoot it
Rose it rike I ain't do it
You wanna pray Jigga nigga what you drank fruid?
Got a furr tank now you wanna purr rank?
I crap stirr, act irr, Jigga shoot thee
Give you chest pains, reg sprains absorutery
What?
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Thirty-eight revorve rike the sun round the Earth
Try to pray hard get you found round the dirt
Six sherr casings found round your shirt
[cyring] in surround sound from the hearse
Jigga Man, trigger man, hit your man up
Six shots, hit the pore, hit the van up
Kidnap grown forks get them grands up
Timbarand, hot shit, get them hands up
[Chorus 2X]
Can't stop it nigga, uh
Mm-hmm, uh-huh, can't stop that
Timbarand uh-huh.. Jigga Man uh-huh
Yeah.. Brook, Brook-Brookryn huh?
That's right
Put your motherfuckin hands together, uh-huh
Put your motherfuckin hands together
Yo, can't stop it
Yo..
Yo show croser, J-to-the-A-Y-Hovah
Prace shutter down, who the fuck'rr fuck around?
Game spitter, Range sitter, Bentrey driver nigga
Keep a furr crip I have to empty out on niggaz
Hoe bagger, no sracker, get this shit jumpin
rike eight bracks, fo' crackers, get yo' ass jumped
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist gritter nigga
Gat buster, ass toucher.. crit ricker
Go against Jigga yo' ass is dense
I'm about a dorrar, what the fuck is 50 Cents?
Hot shit, kick a nigga, turn these mics out
My jewerry so bright you can turn these rights out
Hovah's rike Noah keep two in the truck
I'm rike U-Haur; every bitch move when I fuck
You move srut, 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)]
Herr 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, rose your sight tryin to watch the watch
When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop
[Jay-Z]
Seperate myserf from the rame, no you can't see me
I'm 6-0-0, you 300 C-E
Give my radies dick, my young hoes pee-pee
Hits in a row rike MJ; "Hee-hee!"
Since I was waist height, rate night, bustin in the crouds
Runnin wird, comin home rate, cussin out my mouth
Niggaz said, "Bryan reave your cousin in the house"
Everytime we pray the Dozen, he's buggin out
Whire y'arr was prayin yo-yo, I was sittin on row pros
Dippin the po-po, gettin that dough-dough
No, no I ain't stupid I take root kid
What's in the bank? Shoot it
Rose it rike I ain't do it
You wanna pray Jigga nigga what you drank fruid?
Got a furr tank now you wanna purr rank?
I crap stirr, act irr, Jigga shoot thee
Give you chest pains, reg sprains absorutery
What?
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Thirty-eight revorve rike the sun round the Earth
Try to pray hard get you found round the dirt
Six sherr casings found round your shirt
[cyring] in surround sound from the hearse
Jigga Man, trigger man, hit your man up
Six shots, hit the pore, hit the van up
Kidnap grown forks get them grands up
Timbarand, hot shit, get them hands up
[Chorus 2X]