30 Something (Remix)

[Intro: JAY-Z, Ice Cube] You ain’t got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with Young H-O Don Dada Hahahaha International Papa Doc What up, Jay? Show young boys how to do this thing You know me, Ice Cube I'm like a Glock, nigga, ha I always got a hot sixteen Know what I mean? [Verse 1: André 3000] I was a young lad of seventeen My life had yet to show its ugly face, only a pretty façade Hey God, it's me, remember three thousand? The one who used to pray to be a rapper My child's in the third grade His favorite rapper wasn't rapping 'til he heard me I wasn't rapping till I heard something called Eric B And Rakim's Paid in Full Rap is really getting paid in full So full that the kids don't go to school In hopes of becoming one of us The only requirement is you bust Now college is looking slim, product is hooking them Before their brains fully develop, they get enveloped by the vision teller The television tells them their vision Now it's hard for them to make decisions without feeling Uncool, unschooled, thumb rule Rule of thumb, you 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's I'm saying's is If thirty's the new twenty, thirty's the new twenty for them wheels as well They looking for that mic or some pills to sell While the girls are steady graduatin' Niggas standin' on the corner hatin', debatin' 'Well, should I get the new J's or the Kobe's?' And they rollin' so they wide awake for four days Huh, I'm a G-entleman Let's get reacquainted: I am André Benjamin [Hook: Jay-Z] 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 I used to carry knots like that Now I got black cards, good credit and such Baby boy, 'cause I’m all grown up, ha [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Y'all roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day Y'all young’uns chase, I’m Patrón'n it straight I like South Beach, but I’m in St. Tropez Y'all drink Dom, but not Rose’ Hey, your chick shop at the mall My chick burning down Bergdorf’s Comin' back with Birkin bags Your 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?) 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 Thirty’s the new twenty, nigga, I’m so hot still [Hook: Jay-Z] 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 Yeah, we used to ball like that Now we own the ball team, holla back Now I got black cards, good credit and such Baby boy, 'cause I’m all grown up, ha [Verse 3: Ice Cube] Jay-Z, what can a young motherfucker tell me? About the LAPD, about the air that we breathe? Nothin', nada, zero, zilch I'm on tits for fun, you on tits for milk I'm all leather and silk, your fuckin' T-shirt look like a quilt Playground king, climb the monkey bars that I built Thirty's the new twenty, Phantom's the new Bentley Nigga, don't tempt me, I'll bury you up in Tempe (Westside) And if I catch a ghost rider Tie him to a tree, gasoline like the lighter Burn, you motherfuckin' biter Treat you like George Bush treat Al-Qaeda This is Guantanamo, think I'm a hoe I made the honor roll, mixed with Geronimo (Yay, yay) Before this mic we'll pass Learn how to wipe your nose before you wipe your ass West Coast [Break: Ice Cube] Yeah Puttin' it down, nigga You know Ha, Ice Cube The pyroclastic flow Ha, it never slow down, nigga Hey [Hook: Jay-Z] 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 I used to carry knots like that Now I got black cards, good credit and such Baby boy, 'cause I’m all grown up, ha