Album Name

Kingdom Come

Artist

JAY-Z

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2006.11.23

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

30 Something - Jay-Z
You aint got enough stamps
in ya passport to fuck
with Young H O
International
Show 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 STILL Uhh
Better broad
better automobile Uhh
Bet a yard Naw
Bet a hundred mil
Then by the songs
end I'll probably
start another trend
I know everything you wann' do
I did all that
by the age of twentyone
By twentytwo
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 sixdeuece
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 movin'
it like white tops
I know you like fuck
this is child abuse
Call DYFS
I might just be gettin' 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 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 dat
I used to carry knots like dat
Now I got Black cards
good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up
30's the new 20 nigga
I'm on fire still
These young boys
is like fire drills
False alarms
the next don Naw
He ain't got it Uhh
on to the next one Young
Still here Yeah
still here like Mike
Gotta stop playin'
with these children Chea
I'm a bully with the bucks
Don't let the patent leather
shoes fool you young'n
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 army
to hire a gun army
get ya spun like laundry
And I'll be somewhere
under palm trees calmly
listenin' to R&B
When we get the call he's
no longer with us
fire ya baby sitters
You little fucks
fall back fa' real
30's the new 20 nigga
I'm so hot still
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 wear my hoodie like dat
Pile deep in a hooptie like dat
Now I got Black cards
good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up
Y'all roll blunts
I smoke Cubans all day
Y'all youngin's chase
I'm Patron'n it straight
I like South Beach
but I'm in San Tropez
Y'all drink Dom
but not Ros
Ya chick shop at the mall
My chick burnin' down Bergdorf's
Comin' back with Birkin bags
Ya chick is like
What type of purse is that
I'm from the era
where niggaz don't snitch
You from the era
where snitchin' is the shit
I'm afraid of the future
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 givin' a fuck
Baby boy now I'm all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot
put crome on the truck
Baby boy now I'm all grown up
Ya we used to ball like dat
Now we own the ball team
holla back holla back
Now I got Black cards
good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up