Don't You Know
3:30 A.m Lyrics


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Turn my music high, high, high, high-er

I'm from the streets where the
Hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone
Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come you better return 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hopping out the back of van
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan
This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clapping them flamers before I became famous
For playing me y'all shall forever remain nameless
I am Hov'

Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them
They trying to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's
One million, two million, three million, four
In just five years, forty million more
You are now looking at the forty million boy
I'm rapping Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man
R., O., C.

I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact, from grinding G-packs
Put this shit in motion ain't no rewinding me back
Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody would of told 'em that Hov' would sell clothing
Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's between me and them
Heh, I'm smarten up, open the market up
One million, two million, three million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million more
Now add that number up with the one I said before
You are now looking at one smart black boy
Momma ain't raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth
Motherfucker, I, will, not, lose

I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell
I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders
Dickface, get your shit straight, fucker this is Big Jay





Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of 3:30 A.m.'s song "Don't You Know" depict the harsh realities of life in the streets, where violence and drug use are prevalent. The opening line, "Turn my music high, high, high, high-er," sets the tone for the rest of the song, which is about surviving in a dangerous environment. The lines, "I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man," paint a vivid picture of the dangers lurking in every corner of the neighbourhood. The singer talks about the abundance of cocaine in the area, saying, "There's so much coke that you could run the slalom," and the constant presence of law enforcement officers who search for contraband.


The song also touches on the theme of making it big as a musician. The singer brags about his success, saying, "You are now looking at the forty million boy," and "I'm rapping Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man." He talks about his humble beginnings as a drug dealer who started with just a hundred grand and a dream. He emphasizes his intelligence and savvy, saying, "Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth," and "I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell/I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well." Overall, the lyrics of "Don't You Know" represent the harsh realities of life in the streets and the struggle to succeed in a hostile environment.


Line by Line Meaning

Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
I want my music to be loud and intense


I'm from the streets where the Hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man
I come from a rough neighborhood where people can get hurt or killed at any time


There's so much coke that you could run the slalom And cops comb the shit top to bottom
There’s a lot of cocaine around here and the police search everything thoroughly


They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome
People say we’re violent, but this is where we come from and where we belong. Conflicts happen and cars crash into each other


The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
The cocaine market fluctuates like the stock market, but violence can take a toll on your mind and body


All over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell
If you make a mistake, you could die. This is a dangerous place to sell but it’s like hell


But when them shells come you better return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand
If someone shoots at you, you better shoot back. We all have scars from violence and know how to drive cars very well


We watch for cops hopping out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan
We keep an eye out for police jumping out of vans. I have a G (Gangster) on my chest, I don’t need fancy clothes to prove myself


This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it Was clapping them flamers before I became famous
I’m not wearing designer clothes — it’s not about fashion. I used to use guns before I became famous


For playing me y'all shall forever remain nameless I am Hov'
If you don’t like me, I don’t care. I am Jay-Z and that’s all that matters


Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them They trying to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's
I can tell you exactly how I’m different from other rappers. They want to make a small amount of money, but I’m after millions


One million, two million, three million, four In just five years, forty million more You are now looking at the forty million boy I'm rapping Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man R., O., C.
I made $40 million in five years, and I’m still making music with Def Jam records. I want to make $100 million. This is Roc-A-Fella records


I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grinding G-packs Put this shit in motion ain't no rewinding me back Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
I started with $100,000 and worked hard to sell drugs. Now, there’s no stopping me. I could make $40,000 off selling one kilogram of cocaine, but I can make more money with just one song


And if somebody would of told 'em that Hov' would sell clothing Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind That's another difference that's between me and them Heh, I'm smarten up, open the market up
If someone had told me I would sell clothes, I would have thought they were crazy. But I’m becoming smarter and opening up new opportunities


One million, two million, three million, four In eighteen months, eighty million more Now add that number up with the one I said before You are now looking at one smart black boy Momma ain't raised no fool
I’m making $80 million in 18 months, and that’s on top of the $40 million I made before. I’m a smart guy and my mom did a good job raising me


Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth Motherfucker, I, will, not, lose
I can go anywhere in the world and make three times my net worth. I won’t let anyone beat me


I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow orders Dickface, get your shit straight, fucker this is Big Jay
I can sell anything, even if it’s impossible. I was meant to make money, move around and have new experiences. I’m calling the shots and I don’t take orders from anyone


Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!
I will always win, no matter what




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BOBBY BYRD, SHAWN CARTER

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Comments from YouTube:

@Bryan1994TV

Danke fürs hochladen :)

@klunatsch

@Maridianokusho der einwand ist nicht ganz falsch und hat berechtigung, dennoch möchte ich anmerken das der tatsächliche interpet "monolove " und nicht "aural float" ist, sie schlau! ;-)

@emergencyrecorders

Spitzenmäßiger Song, von dem ich seit zwanzig Jahren den Text suche. Gibt's den irgendwo im Netz?

@klunatsch

nee, kann leider auch nichts dazu finden.

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