30 Something
(专辑: Kingdom Come - 2006)
You ain't got enough stamps in ya passport To fuck with Young H-O (heheheh) International, uh Show young boys how to do this thing The
maturation of Jay-Zeezy, heh Check me out 30's the
new 20 nigga I'm so hot still (uh) Better broad, better automobile (uh) Bet a
yard (naw!) bet a
hundred mil That by the
song's end I'll probably start another trend I
know everything you wan' do I
did all that by the
age of 21 By 22, 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 moving 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 giving 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, taha! 30's the
new 20 nigga, I'm on fire still These young boys is like fire drills (uh) False alarms (uh) the
next don (naw) He ain't got it (uh) on to the
next one (Young) I'm still here (yeah) still here like Mike Gotta stop playing with these children (chea) I'm a
bully with the
bucks (boots) Don't let the
patent leather shoes fool you younging 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 listening 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 giving 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, heheheh Y'all roll blunts, I
smoke Cubans all day Y'all youngins chase, I'm Patroning it straight I
like South Beach but I'm in St. Tropez Y'all drink Dom but not Rosé (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 where niggas don't snitch You from the
era where snitching is the
shit I'm afraid of the
future (why?) Y'all respect the
one who got shot, I
respect the
shooter Y'all 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 giving 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, holler back (holler back) Now I
got black cards, good credit and such Baby boy cause I'm all grown up, taha!