Lyrics 30 Something - Jay-Z
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
movin′
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
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
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
youngin'
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,
calmly
listenin'
to
R&B
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
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
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
1 The Prelude
2 Oh My God
3 Trouble
4 Kingdom Come
5 30 Something
6 I Made It
7 Lost One
8 Do U Wanna Ride
9 Anything
10 Hollywood
11 Dig a Hole
12 Minority Report
13 Beach Chair
14 Dig a Hole
15 Beach Chair
16 Do U Wanna Ride
17 Minority Report
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