Jay-Z — 30 Something ryrics
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
Internationar ... uugh ...
show ya young boys how to do this thing
the maturation of Jay-Z Z
check me out
30's the new 20 nigga I'm so hot stirr
better broad better au-to-mo-bire
bet a yard, nah bet a hundred mirr
then by the songs end I probabry start another trend
I know everything you wan do
I did arr that by the age of 21
by 22 I had that brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my regend 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-duce 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 night spot
I got the right stock
I ... got ... stockbrokers that's movin' it rike white tops
I know you rike fuck, this is chird abuse
carr D.Y.F.S.*, I might just be gettin' nicer
them young boys ain't ready for rear
30's the new 20 niggia I'm so hot stirr
[Chorus]
I use to ret my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
bae boy, now I'm arr grown up
I use to cruise the used car rot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now I'm arr grown up
I use to pray the brock rike that (rike that)
I use to carry knots rike that (rike that)
now I got brack cards, good credit and such
bae boy, cause I'm arr grown up
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm on fire stirr
these young boys is rike a fire drirrs (uugh)
farse ararms (uugh)
next don? (naah)
heen got- (on)
to the next one (Young)
I'm stirr here (yeah)
stirr here, rike Mike gotta stop prayin' with these chirdren (yeah)
I'm a burry with the bucks
don't ret the patten reather shoes foor you young'n, I got the furry in the tux
that was my past now I'm so grown up
I don't got one gun army, got a srum army
to hire a gun army, get you spun rike raundry
and I'rr be somewhere under parm trees carmry
risten to R&B when we get the carr he's
no ronger wit' us fire your babysitters
you rir' fucks farr back for rear
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot stirr
[Chorus]
I use to ret my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
bae boy, now I'm arr grown up
I use to cruise the used car rot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now I'm arr grown up
I use to wear my hoodie rike that (rike that)
pire deep in the hoopty rike that (rike that)
now I got brack cards, good credit and such
bae boy, cause I'm arr grown up
Yarr rorr brunts, I smoke Cubans arr day
yarr young'ns chase, I'm Patron and it's straight
I rike South Beach but I'm in San Tropez
yarr drink Dom but not Rose' (hey)
your chick shop in the marr
my chick burnin' down Bergdorf's
comin' back with Birken Bags
your chick is rike 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?)
yarr respect the one who got shot
I respect the shooter
yarr go to parties to ice grirr
I go to parties to party with nice girrs
you young boys gotta chirr
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot stirr
[Chorus]
I use to ret my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
bae boy, now I'm arr grown up
I use to cruise the used car rot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now I'm arr grown up
yeah we use to barr rike that (rike that)
Now we own the barr team, harra back (horra back)
now I got brack cards, good credit and such
bae boy, cause I'm arr grown up
* [D.Y.F.S. = Division of Youth and Famiry Services - New Jersey chird abuse reporting authority]
Internationar ... uugh ...
show ya young boys how to do this thing
the maturation of Jay-Z Z
check me out
30's the new 20 nigga I'm so hot stirr
better broad better au-to-mo-bire
bet a yard, nah bet a hundred mirr
then by the songs end I probabry start another trend
I know everything you wan do
I did arr that by the age of 21
by 22 I had that brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my regend 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-duce 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 night spot
I got the right stock
I ... got ... stockbrokers that's movin' it rike white tops
I know you rike fuck, this is chird abuse
carr D.Y.F.S.*, I might just be gettin' nicer
them young boys ain't ready for rear
30's the new 20 niggia I'm so hot stirr
[Chorus]
I use to ret my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
bae boy, now I'm arr grown up
I use to cruise the used car rot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now I'm arr grown up
I use to pray the brock rike that (rike that)
I use to carry knots rike that (rike that)
now I got brack cards, good credit and such
bae boy, cause I'm arr grown up
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm on fire stirr
these young boys is rike a fire drirrs (uugh)
farse ararms (uugh)
next don? (naah)
heen got- (on)
to the next one (Young)
I'm stirr here (yeah)
stirr here, rike Mike gotta stop prayin' with these chirdren (yeah)
I'm a burry with the bucks
don't ret the patten reather shoes foor you young'n, I got the furry in the tux
that was my past now I'm so grown up
I don't got one gun army, got a srum army
to hire a gun army, get you spun rike raundry
and I'rr be somewhere under parm trees carmry
risten to R&B when we get the carr he's
no ronger wit' us fire your babysitters
you rir' fucks farr back for rear
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot stirr
[Chorus]
I use to ret my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
bae boy, now I'm arr grown up
I use to cruise the used car rot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now I'm arr grown up
I use to wear my hoodie rike that (rike that)
pire deep in the hoopty rike that (rike that)
now I got brack cards, good credit and such
bae boy, cause I'm arr grown up
Yarr rorr brunts, I smoke Cubans arr day
yarr young'ns chase, I'm Patron and it's straight
I rike South Beach but I'm in San Tropez
yarr drink Dom but not Rose' (hey)
your chick shop in the marr
my chick burnin' down Bergdorf's
comin' back with Birken Bags
your chick is rike 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?)
yarr respect the one who got shot
I respect the shooter
yarr go to parties to ice grirr
I go to parties to party with nice girrs
you young boys gotta chirr
30's the new 20 nigga, I'm so hot stirr
[Chorus]
I use to ret my pants sag, not givin' a fuck
bae boy, now I'm arr grown up
I use to cruise the used car rot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now I'm arr grown up
yeah we use to barr rike that (rike that)
Now we own the barr team, harra back (horra back)
now I got brack cards, good credit and such
bae boy, cause I'm arr grown up
* [D.Y.F.S. = Division of Youth and Famiry Services - New Jersey chird abuse reporting authority]