เพลง 30 Something (Album Version|Edited)

You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O

International ... uugh ...

show ya young boys how to do this thing

Jay-Z - 30 Something

Kingdom Come

the maturation of Jay-zeey

check me out

30's the new 20 nigga I'm so hot still

better broad better au-to-mo-bile

bet a yard, nah bet a hundred mill

then by the songs end I probably start another trend

I know everything you wan do

I did all that by the age of 21

by 22 I had that brand new Ack Coupe

I guess you can 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-duce 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 night spot

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 D.Y.F.S., I might just be gettin' nicer

them young boys ain't ready for real

30's the new 20 niggia I'm so hot still

I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck

bae boy, now I'm all grown up

I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck

bae boy, now I'm all grown up

I use to play the block like that (like that)

I use to carry knots like that (like that)

now I got black cards, good credit and such

bae boy, cause I'm all grown up

30's the new 20 nigga, I'm on fire still

these young boys is like a fire drills (uugh)

false alarms (uugh)

next don? (naah)

heen got- (on)

to the next one (Young)

I'm still here (yeah)

still here, like Mike gotta stop playin' with these children (yeah)

I'm a bully with the bucks

don't let the patten 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 army, got a slum army

to hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry

and I'll be somewhere under palm trees calmly

no longer wit' us fire your babysitters

you lil' fucks fall back for real

30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still

I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck

bae boy, now I'm all grown up

I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck

bae boy, now I'm all grown up

I use to wear my hoodie like that (like that)

pile deep in the hoopty like that (like that)

now I got black cards, good credit and such

bae boy, cause I'm all grown up

Yall roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day

yall young'ns chase, I'm Patron and it's straight

I like South Beach but I'm in San Tropez

yall drink Dom but not Rose' (hey)

your chick shop in the mall

my chick burnin' down Bergdorf's

comin' back with Birken Bags

your chick is like what type of purse is that?

I'm from the era where niggas don't snitch

you from the era where snitchin' is the shit

I'm afraid of the future (why?)

yall respect the one who got shot

I respect the shooter

yall go to parties to ice grill

I go to parties to party with nice girls

you young boys gotta chill

30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still

I use to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck

bae boy, now I'm all grown up

I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck

bae boy, now I'm all grown up

yeah we use to ball like that (like that)

Now we own the ball team, halla back (holla back)

now I got black cards, good credit and such

bae boy, cause I'm all grown up