Jay-Z – 30 Something Lyrics  Share

From Jay-Z's album: Kingdom Come

[Intro]
You aint 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 . . .

[Verse 1]
30^,s the new 20 nigga I^,m so hostile (Uhh)
Better broad, better automobile (Uhh)
Bet a yard (Naw!) Bet a hundred mil
Then by the songs end I^,ll probably start another trend
I know ev^,ry thing 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 livin^, 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-duece 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 like FUCK! this is child abuse
Call DYFS, I must just be getting nicer
And young boys ain^,t ready fa^, real
30^,s the new 20 nigga, I^,m so ho-stile

[Chorus 1]
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 crome on the truck
Baby boy, now I^,m 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 I^,m all grown up

[Verse 2]
30^,s the new 20 nigga, I^,m on fire still
These young boys is like a 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 young^,n
I got the fully in the tux
[ 30 Something lyrics from
http://www.musiclyricsnow.net/j/jayz/30-something/ ]
That was my past, now I^,m so grown up
I don^,t got one gun army
Gotta a sum army 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 wit^, us, fire ya babysitters
You little fucks fall back fa^, real
30^,s the new 20 nigga, I^,m so ho-stile

[Chorus 2]
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 crome on the truck
Baby boy, now I^,m all grown up
I used to wear my hoodie like that (like that)
Pile 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

[Verse 3]
(heh-heh-heh)
Ya^,ll roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Ya^,ll youngin^,s chase, I^,m Patron an^, it^,s great
I like South Beach, but I^,m in St. Tropez
Ya^,ll drink Dom, but not Ros? (hey)
Ya chick shop at the mall--
My chick burn it 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, Im so ho-stile

[Chorus 3]
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 crome 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

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