All Around the World
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Swear to God I just touched down All around the world (same song) Killa Cali, nigga (same song) ATL (same song) Real-adelphia, dude it's all around the world London, England, South of France And all points between they know about your man Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro, I am Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like "Oui" Your man'll stand manta ray, handling a steak And handling a model, standin' 'bout five-eight Five-nine, fine wine, fine dine either that Or I'm mixing in Switzerland, tryna buy time Ballin' out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali Brunching at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy When it's back home, nigga, back to the zone Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me All around the world (same song) Brooklyn bombers (same song) Detroit players (same song) Chi-Town, all around the world Said it's all love, Sure Club, MIA Party at bungalow eight, when I stay Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's A couple fiances, I'm the new DeVante "Come and Talk to Me" mami in the Yves Saint Laurent, I hope, she ain't too young Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her I'm just tryna show her how a baller and a roller Sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine Runnin', then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard St. Bart's this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas Reminiscin' 'bout the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy A ticket and your favorite CD, sweet Sade Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade All around the world Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at Real niggas out in Brooklyn, some niggas don't clap It's real killers out in Cali, some niggas just act Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed Slacking on they mackin', rest haven for hoes Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know Shit it ain't about your city or borough It's bout if you really as thorough And if you are, holla at your boy I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you Real recognize real and you looking familiar I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death I promise I'm as St. Thomas, homie eating at Chef's One-twelve, ATL, the sun up yet? Then we party like the sun don't set We gon' take you all around the world, it's the same song (same song) Everywhere (same song) It's the same song (same song) We gon' take you all around the world, same song (same song) Same song (same song) Same song (same song) All around the world
Written by: Charles B. Simmons, Bruce Andre Hawes, Joseph B. Jefferson, Shawn Carter, James A. Vitti, George Clinton, J.s. Theracon, Edwin R. Hawkins, William Earl Collins
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