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Jay-Z: 30 Something

Jay-Z: 30 Something .

 

You aint got enough stamps on your passport to fuck with Young H.O.
International, uh
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Zeezy, ha
Check me out...

30s the new 20, nigga, Im so hot still
Uh
Better broad, better automobile
Uh
Better yard now, bet a hundred mil
That by the songs end Ill prolly 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 AC coupe (Acura)
i guess you could say that my Legend just began
Im young enough to know the right car to buy
Yet grown enough not to put rims on it
I got that 6-deuce with curtains so you cant see me
And I didnt even have to put tints on it
I dont got the bright watch, I got the right watch
I dont buy out the bar, I bought the Nightspot
I got the right stock, I got stockbrokers thats movin it like white-tops
I know you like, Fuck!
This is child abuse, call DYFS
I might just be getting nicer
You young boys aint ready fareal
30s the new 20, nigga, Im so hot still!

I used to let my pants sag, not givin a fuck
Baby boy, now Im all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now Im 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 Im all grown up
Ha!

30s the new 20, nigga, Im on fire still
These young boys is like fire drills
Uh
False alarms
Uh
The next don?
Nah, he aint got it
On to the next one
Young still here
Yeah
Still here like Mike
Gotta stop playin with these childrens, yeah
Im a bully with the bucks
Dont let the patent leather shoes fool you youngun
I got the full eight unit tux
Ha, that was my past, now Im so grown up I dont got one gun on me
Got a sum on me to hire a gun army get you spun like laundry
And Ill be somewhere under palm trees, calmly
Listening to R&B
When we get the call hes no longer with us, fire your babysitters
You lil fucks fall back fareal
30s the new 20, nigga, Im so hot still!

I used to let my pants sag, not givin a fuck
Baby boy, now Im all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now Im all grown up
I used to wear my hoody like dat (like dat)
Five deep in the hoopty like dat (like dat)
Now I got Black Cards, good credit and such
Baby boy, cause Im all grown up
Ha!

Yall roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Yall younguns chase, Im Patron' it straight
I like South Beach but Im in St. Tropez
Yall drink Dom, but not Rose
Hey
Ya chick shop at the mall
My chick burning down Bergdorfs
Coming back with Birkin bags
Ya chick is like, What type of purse is that?
Im from the era when niggas dont snitch
You from the era where snitching is the chic
Im 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
Young boys gotta chill
30s the new 20, nigga Im so hot still!

I used to let my pants sag, not givin a fuck
Baby boy, now Im all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now Im all grown up
Yeah, 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 Im all grown up
Ha!

/ Jay-Z: 30 Something
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