所屬專輯Promo Only Urban Radio March 2007
基本介紹
- 歌曲：Jay-z-30 Something
- 語言：英語
- 發行日期：1900-01-01
- 歌手：Various Artists
歌詞
You ain't 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 auto mobile Uhh
Bet a yard Naw!
Bet a hundred mil
That 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-deuce 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 moving it like white tops
I know you're like "FUCK!
This is child abuse, call DYFS!"
I must just be getting nicer
You young boys ain't ready for real
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag,
not giving 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 that
like that
I used to carry knots like that
like that
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 younging
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 on me to hire a gun army,
get ya spun like laundry
And I'll be somewhere under palm trees,
When we get the call he's,
no longer with us, fire ya babysitters
You little fucks fall back for real
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not giving 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 that
like that
Five deep in a hooptie like that
like that
Now I got Black cards, good credit and such
Baby boy cause I'm all grown up
heh-heh-heh
Ya'll roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Ya'll youngin's chase,
I'm Patronin' it straight
I like South Beach, but I'm in St. Tropez
Ya'll drink Dom, but not Rose 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 niggas don't snitch
You from the era where snitchin' is the shit
I'm afraid of the future why?
Ya'll respect the one who got shot,
I respect the shooter
Ya'll 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
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
Ya, we used to ball like that
like that
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
