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Been Aound The World
Puff Daddy Featuring Notorious
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Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You got niggas that's mad, 'cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggas that just don't like me
You know, the, those P.H.D. niggas
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up, though
See, it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas don't make hits
But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit
We come to bring it to y'all niggas, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, "Rewind that"
Niggas know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha ho, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be 35 percent
Hos hope I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, "Okay, my tint smoke gray"
No way, nigga leave without handin' me my shit
Got plans to get my Land and my six
Niggas outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a championship (uh, uh)
Been around the world and I, I, I
And we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know and I don't know why
Why they want us faded (hahaha)
I don't know why they hate us (yeah)
Is it our ladies
Or our drop Mercedes? (Uh-huh, uh, uh)
Baby, baby
I was in one bedroom, dreamin' of a million (yeah)
Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin' in tenements
Now I'm swimmin' in, all the women that be tens (whoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hos of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes well nigga, send 'em in (c'mon)
What you waitin' for, let the freak show begin
How they came in a truck? (Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way
It's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish
And I be switchin' fees with a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I, I, I
And we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know and I don't know why
Why they want us faded (hahaha)
I don't know why they hate us (yeah)
Is it our ladies
Or our drop Mercedes? (Uh-huh, uh, uh)
Baby, baby
Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
Get 'em all strung from the tip of my tongue
Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by
In the brand-new treasure on a old try
Now when my third dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami's chocha and drive her loca
We never ride far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive, I'm a star, little kids
All on the corner scream, "That's my car!"
It was days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I
Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe
Been around the world and I, I, I
And we been playa hated (yeah, yeah, uh-huh, we been playa hated)
I don't know and I don't know why
Why they want us faded (why, why they want us fated?)
I don't know why they hate us (why they hate us?)
Is it our ladies
Or our drop Mercedes? (Is it our ladies, say what, yeah?)
Baby, baby
Been around the world and I, I, I
And we been playa hated (you know sometimes I got to ask myself)
I don't know and I don't know why
Why they want us faded (why is there so much jealous in the world?)
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our ladies (don't look at mine, get yours)
Or our drop Mercedes?
Baby, baby
Okay, after these messages, we'll be back with the Madd Rapper and his brother, the Madd Producer, after this
Okay, just sit back, relax and enjoy yourself
We'll get you through this, take a sip of water
Deep breath, that'll do it
And welcome back as you can see (you got the check though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing with the Madd Rapper and he's still pretty mad (did you get the check though?)
But this time he brought someone else with him
And quite frankly (yeah, yeah), he's even madder (you got that right), um
Mr. Producer (yo, you know what I'm saying?) Why are you so mad?
Yo, I- I'ma- I'ma keep it real simple for you (yeah, t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad, son)
Tell them niggas why you mad, son (okay, gentlemen, please, one at a time)
Tell them why you mad, son, word up, tell 'em why you mad son! (You know what I'm saying?)
I- I be- I be- I be- I be- I been here for the culture, you know what I'm saying?
I don't- I don't- I don't- I don't
I don't be recognizing all that new jack shit (yeah, we don't play, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm saying?)
Please Mr. Producer, no foul language, Mr. Rapper, please calm down (that nigga be on some bullshit, you know what I'm saying?)
He ain't no real producer, you know what I'm sayin'?
And then come to find out, you know what I'm saying?
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin' to rap now
Oh, yeah, that's the shit that got me mad!
Please, Mr. Rapper, once again (that's the shit that got me mad)
That's the shit, you know what I'm saying? (This is a family-oriented show)
You know what I'm saying? That's the shit that feds me up (gentlemen, please)
Word up, you know what I'm saying? (Disregard the foul language)
I'm watchin' this nigga video, you know what I'm saying?
They got mermaids swimmin' in they living rooms and shit like that
You know what I'm saying?
This nigga dancing in the rain with kids climbin' up mountains and shit
You know what I'm saying?
I'm- I'm- I'm watchin' this nigga video (I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain' from the language)
The car goin' two hundred miles an hour
Where the fuck is he going? (Please Mr. Rapper)
The nigga climbing out the fuckin' car (please refrain' from the foul language, one more time)
Let me see you try that shit on a train
You know what I'm saying? Try that shit on a fuckin' train
What kind of shit, you know what I'm saying?
Got a thousand niggas write for him, let me write for you
Son my shit is jumpin', I got John Blaze shit
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