Lyrics
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
Uh, can't stop it
Yah 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 movin 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?) 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
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
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