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You ain?t got enough stamps on your passport to fuck with Young H.O.

International, uh?

Show young boys how to do this thing

The maturation of Jay-Zeezy, ha

Check me out...



30?s the new 20, nigga, I?m so hot still

Uh

Better broad, better automobile

Uh

Better yard now, bet a hundred mil?

That by the song?s end I?ll prolly 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 Ag Coupe

I guess you could say that my living 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 6-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 movin it like white-tops

I know you like, ?Fuck!?

This is child abuse, call DYFS

I might just be getting nicer

You young boys ain?t ready 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 play the block like dat (like dat)

I used to carry knots like dat (like dat)

Now I got Black Cards, good credit and such

Baby boy, cause I?m all grown up

Ha!



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?

Nah, he ain?t got it

On to the next one

Young still here

Yeah

Still here like Mike

Gotta stop playin? with these childrens, yeah

I?m a bully with the bucks

Don?t let the patent leather shoes fool you young?un

I got the fully in the tux

Ha, that was my past, now I?m so grown up I don?t got one gun on me

Got a sum on me to hire a gun army get you 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 your babysitters

You lil 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 hoody like dat (like dat)

Five deep in the hoopty like dat (like dat)

Now I got Black Cards, good credit and such

Baby boy, cause I?m all grown up

Ha!



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

Coming back with Birkin bags

Ya chick is like, ?What type of purse is that??

I?m from the era when niggas don?t snitch

You from the era where snitching is the shit

I?m afraid of the future-Why?

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

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

Yeah, we used to ball like dat (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

Ha!