Jam Hot

Lyrics

[Intro] Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty You're listening to the boy from the big, big, big... Ho! (Okay, okay!) Hey, [?] man, break out my dancin' shoes, boy Well, here it comes, [?] [Verse 1] 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 dealings A wink to the haters to show there's no hard feelings (Nah!) Even if you said "Hau is fake", don't bother getting your flat brim bent outta shape (Nah!) Just 'cause 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 sexy" 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 [Chorus] 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 ya) This is jam hot (Okay, okay) Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty You're listening to the boy from the big big big big... [Verse 2] 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 off 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 pinstripe Tell a honey dip what my insight been like She's under my spell, we under the dim light She's breathless 'cause my grip's like skin tight Red light, green light, one, two, three Sporting turbo glasses 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!) [Chorus] 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 ya) This is jam hot (Okay, okay) 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 ya) This is jam hot [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] 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, like [Instrumental Break] [Outro] 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 (Sound- sound- that's the sound of the beat) (Sound of the beast) (You know it) (You know it) (You know it) (You know it) (You know it) (You know it just won't cease)