[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
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
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