Jay-Z - 30 Something

Artist: Jay-Z
Album: Kingdom Come
Song: 30 Something

You aint got enough stamps in ya passport to fuck with Young H-O
(Heh-Heh-Heh)
International . . . (uhh)
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z-Z (heh)
Check me out . .

30`s the new 20 nigga I`m so HOT STILL (Uhh)
Better broad, better automobile (Uhh)
Bet a yard (Naw) Bet a hundred mil
Then by the songs end I`ll probably start another trend
I know everything you wann` do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two, I had that brand new Ac` coupe
I guess you could say that my legend just begun, I`m
Young enough to know the right car to buy
Yet grown enough not to put rims on it
I got that six-deuece with curtains, so you can`t see me
And I didn`t even have to put tints on it
I don`t got the bright watch, I got the right watch
I don`t buy out the bar, I bought the nightspot
I got the right stock, I- got
Stockbrokers that`s movin` it like white tops
I know you like fuck! this is child abuse
Call DYFS, I might just be gettin` nicer
You young boys ain`t ready for real
30`s the new 20 nigga, I`m so HOT STILL

[Chorus I]

I used to let my pants sag, not givin` a fuck
Baby boy now I`m all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy now I`m all grown up
I used to play the block like dat (like dat)
I used to carry knots like dat (like dat)
Now I got Black cards, good credit and such
Baby boy `cause I`m all grown up

30`s the new 20 nigga, I`m on fire still
These young boys is like fire drills (Uhh)
False alarms (Uhh), the next don (Naw)
He ain`t got it (Uhh), on to the next one (Young)
Still here (Yeah), still here like Mike
Gotta stop playin` with these children (Chea)
I`m a bully with the bucks (boots)
Don`t let the patent leather shoes fool you young`n
I got the fully in the tux
That was my past, now I`m so grown up
I don`t got one gun on me
Gotta a sum army to hire a gun army, get ya spun like laundry
And I`ll be somewhere under palm trees, calmly, listenin` to R&B
When we get the call he`s, no longer with us, fire ya babysitters
You little fucks fall back fa` real
30`s the new 20 nigga, I`m so hot still

[Chorus II]

I used to let my pants sag, not givin` a fuck
Baby boy, now I`m all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now I`m all grown up
I used to wear my hoodie like dat (like dat)
Pile deep in a hooptie like dat (like dat)
Now I got Black cards, good credit and such
Baby boy `cause I`m all grown up

(Heh-Heh-Heh)
Y`all roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Y`all youngin`s chase, I`m Patron`n it straight
I like South Beach, but I`m in San Tropez
Y`all drink Dom, but not Rosé (hey)
Ya chick shop at the mall
My chick burnin` down Bergdorf`s
Comin` back with Birkin bags
Ya chick is like, "What type of purse is that?"
I`m from the era where niggaz don`t snitch
You from the era where snitchin` is the shit
I`m afraid of the future (why?)
Y`all respect the one who got shot, I respect the shooter
Y`all go to parties to ice grill
I go to parties to party with nice girls
Young boys gotta chill
30`s the new 20 nigga, I`m so hot still

[Chorus III]
I used to let my pants sag, not givin` a fuck
Baby boy, now I`m all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put crome on the truck
Baby boy, now I`m all grown up
Ya, we used to ball like dat (like dat)
Now we own the ball team, holla back (holla back)
Now I got Black cards, good credit and such
Baby boy `cause I`m all grown up