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