All Around The World

Swear to God

I just touched down

All around the world, same song

Killa Cali nigga, same song

A-T-L, 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

IchiroI am piss poor nigga from the hood but

I blewNow

I bounce six-fours up and down

CrenshawSpot me the hotel, the

Cap', or Capri

Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed

Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin' a steak

And handlin' the modern stand about five-eight

Five-nine, fine wine, fine dine either that or

I'm mixin' in

Switzerland

Tryin' to buy time, ballin' out in

Bali when it's gorgeous out in

CaliBrunchin' 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

Brooklyn bombers

Detroit players

Chi-Town, all around the world

Said it's all love,

Sure Club,

M-I-AParty at bungalow eight, when

I stayPool look like a hundred

Beyonce'sA couple fiancres,

I'm the new

DeVanteCome and talk to me, mami in the ea-sy

Garant, I hope, she ain't too young

Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her

I'm just tryin' to 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

Same boss this year,

I think I'm gon' spend

ChristmasReminisce about the time my

Mom couldn't spend

ChristmasNow

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 you pay to see

D - sweet

SadeSade, don't you know

I love you sweet

SadeAll around the world

Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at

Real niggaz out in

Brooklyn, some niggaz don't clap

It's real killers out in

Cali, some niggaz just act

Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good

Real players in the

D-Twa, some of them throwed

Slackin' 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 lookin' familiar

I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but

I do it to death

I promise

I'm as St.

Thomas homey eatin' at

Chef'sOne-twelve,

A-T-L, 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, everywhere

It's the same song

We gon' take you all around the world, same song

Same songSame song

All around the world

Same, same, same song song song song