30 Something (Remix) – Jay-Z feat Ice Cube, Andre 3000
Jay-Z: You ain’t got enough stamps on your passport to f_ck with Young H.O.
Andre 3000: ha ha ha
Jay-Z: International, uh?
Andre 3000: 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 n_gga, I always got a hot 16. Know what I mean
Verse 1 (Andre 3000)
I was a young lad of 17
My life had yet to show its ugly face
Only a pretty facade, hey god it’s me
Remember 3 – 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
Rappers really getting paid in full,
So full that the kid’s don’t go to school in hopes of becoming one of us
The only requirement is your bus
Now college is looking slim
Product is hooking 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 feeling
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 them sayings is
If 30’s the new 20
30’s the new 20 for them wheels as well
They looking for the mic or some pills to sell
While the girls are steady graduating
N_gga’s standing on the corner hating, debating
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
Chorus (Jay-Z)
I used to let my pants sag, not givin’ a f_ck
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 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
Ha!
Verse 2 (Jay-Z)
Ya’ll roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Ya’ll young’uns chase, I’m Patron’ 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 burning down Bergdorf’s
Coming back with Birkin bags
Ya chick is like, “What type of purse is that?”
I’m from the era when n_ggas don’t snitch
You from the era where snitching is the sh_t
I’m afraid of the future
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, n_gga I’m so hot still!
Chorus
Verse 3 (Ice Cube)
Jay-Z, what can a young moutherf_cka tell me
About the LAPD, about the air that we breathe
Nothing, nada, zero, zilch
I want tits for fun
You want tits for milk
I’m all leather and silk
Ya f_cking t-shirt look like a quilt
Playground, king crown, the monkey bars that I built
30’s the new 20
Phantom’s the new Bentley
N_gga, dont tip me
I’ll bury you up in (West Side)
And if I catch a ghost rida
Tie him to a tree, gasoline like the lighter
Burn
You motherf_ckin fighta
Treat you like George Bush treat Al-Qaeda
This is Guantanamo
Think I’m a hoe, I made the honor roll
Mixed with Dyranamo
Before this mic will pass, learn how to wipe your nose before you wipe your ass
Chorus
