Dr. Dre - 30 Something (Remix) lyrics

Jay-Z: You ain't got enough stamps in your pa**port to f** with Young H.O Ice Cube: Dada Dada Jay-Z: International Ice Cube: Papa Dock Ice Cube: What up Jay Jay-Z: Show young boys how to do this thing Ice Cube: You know me, Ice Cube, I'm like a Glock n***a, I always got a hot sixteen, knamean [Verse 1: Andre 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 till he heard me I wasn't rapping till I heard something called Erik B And Rakim's Paid in Full Rapper's really gettin' paid in full So full that the kid's dont go to school in hopes of becomin' one of us The only requirement is your bus Now college is lookin' slim, product is hookin' them Before their brains fully develop they get enveloped by the the vision tele The television tells them their vision Now it's hard for them to make decisions with out feelin' Uncooled, unschooled, thumb rule Rule of thumb, 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 I'm saying is If thirty's the new twenty, thirty's the new twenty for them wheels as well They lookin' for the mic or some pills to sell While the girls are steady graduatin' n***a's 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 Ha, I'm a G-entleman, let's get re-aquainted I am Andre Benjamin [Hook: Jay-Z] I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a f** 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] Ya'll roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day Ya'll young'uns chase, I'm Patron' it straight I like South Beach but I'm in St. Tropez Ya'll drink Dom, but not Rose' Hey, ya 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 when n***as don't snitch You from the era where snitchin' is the sh** I'm afraid of the future Ya'll respect the one who got shot, I respect the shooter Ya'll go to parties to ice grill I go to parties to party with nice girls Young boys gotta chill, thirty's the new twenty, n***a I'm so hot still [Hook] [Verse 3: Ice Cube] Jay-Z, what can a young motherf**a tell me About the LAPD, about the air that we breathe Nothin', nada, zero, zilch I want tits for fun, you want tits for milk I'm all leather and silk, your f**in' 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 n***a, dont tempt me, I'll bury you up in Tempe And if I catch a ghost rider, tie him to a tree, gasoline like the lighter Burn, you motherf**in' fighta, treat you like George Bush treat Al-Qaeda This is Guantanamo, think I'm a ho, I made the honor roll, mixed with Geronimo Before this mic will pa**, learn how to wipe your nose before you wipe your a** [Hook]