Jam Hot Songtext
von Koolism

Take a flight, passport, Jam may be gritty
Cause your listening to the boy from the big beat, beat, Oi!


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 dealing
A wink to the haters to show there′s no hard feelings (Naaah!)
Even if you said 'Hau is fake'
Don′t bother getting your flat brim bent outta shape (Naaah!)
Just cos 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

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 you...)
This is jam hot
Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty
You're listening to the boy from the big big big big...


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 of 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 pin stripe
Tell a honey dip what my insight been like
She′s under my spell – we under the dim light
She's breathless cos my grips like skin tight
Red light, green light, 1, 2, 3
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!)

Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty
You′re listening to the boy from the big bad city
This is jam hot
This is jam hot
Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty
You're listening to the boy from the big bad city
This is jam hot
This is jam hot
"Eeeeyyyyyooooww"

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

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