Jay-Z - 30 Something (Remix) Lyrics

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Jay-Z: You aint got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with Young H.O

Ice Cube: Dada Dada

Jay-Z: International

Ice Cube: Papa Dock

Ice Cube: What up Jay

Jay-Z: Show young boys how to do this thing

Ice Cube: You know me Ice Cube I'm like a Glock nigga I always got a hot sixteen knamean

[Verse 1: Andre 3000]

I was a young lad of seventeen

My life had yet to show its ugly face

Only a pretty faade hey God it's me

Remember three thousand

The one who used to pray to be a rapper

My child's in the third grade

His favorite rapper wasn't rapping till he heard me

I wasn't rapping till I heard something called Erik B

And Rakim's Paid in Full

Rapper's really gettin' paid in full

So full that the kid's dont go to school in hopes of becomin' one of us

The only requirement is your bus

Now college is lookin' slim product is hookin' them

Before their brains fully develop they get enveloped by the the vision tele

The television tells them their vision

Now it's hard for them to make decisions with out feelin'

Uncooled unschooled thumb rule

Rule of thumb can't be dumb

I wish I would've studied abroad

Well I studied a broad and she studied me back

And my course was hard

That was that this is this listen up

Cause all I'm saying is

If thirty's the new twenty thirty's the new twenty for them wheels as well

They lookin' for the mic or some pills to sell

While the girls are steady graduatin'

Nigga's standin' on the corner hatin' debatin'

Well should I get the new J's or the Kobe's

And they rollin' so they wide awake for four days

Ha I'm a G-entleman let's get re-aquainted

I am Andre Benjamin

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[Hook: Jay-Z]

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 that

I used to carry knots like that

Now I got black cards good credit and such

Baby boy cause Im all grown up ha

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

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

Comin' back with Birkin bags

Your chick is like what type of purse is that

Im from the era when niggas dont snitch

You from the era where snitchin' is the shit

Im afraid of the future

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 thirtys the new twenty nigga Im so hot still

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[Verse 3: Ice Cube]

Jay-Z what can a young motherfucka tell me

About the LAPD about the air that we breathe

Nothin' nada zero zilch

I want tits for fun you want tits for milk

I'm all leather and silk your fuckin' t-shirt look like a quilt

Playground king crown the monkey bars that I built

Thirty's the new twenty Phantom's the new Bentley

Nigga dont tempt me I'll bury you up in Tempe

And if I catch a ghost rider tie him to a tree gasoline like the lighter

Burn you motherfuckin' fighta treat you like George Bush treat Al-Qaeda

This is Guantanamo think I'm a ho I made the honor roll mixed with Geronimo

Before this mic will pass learn how to wipe your nose before you wipe your ass

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