Been Around the World

Now trick what? Lace who?
That ain't what Mase do
Got a lotta girls that'll love to replace you
Tell it to your face boo, not behind your back
Cats talk smack, we never mind that
Funny never find that Puff a dimestack
Write hot stuff that make people say 'Rewind that'
People know, you go against the Harlem Jiggalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, make your girl trick your dough
I represent honies with money, fly guys, and jets
Ride with the tints that be 35%
Hoes hope I lay, so I look both ways
Cop says okay, my tint smoke gray
No way, people leave without handin' me my chips
Got plans to get my land and my 6
People outta pen'll understand these hits
Pop champagne like I won a championship

Chorus: Biggie
Been around the world and I-I-I
We've been player-hated
I don't know and I don't know why
Why they want us faded
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our ladies?
Or our drop Mercedes?
Baby, baby!

Yeah, yeah
I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million
Now my beach houses creamed to the ceiling
I was a gentleman livin in tenements
Now I'm swimmin' in all the women every tens
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my dividends be the new Benjamins
Chicks of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some girls, well playboy, send 'em in
What you waitin' for? Let the freak show begin!
How they came in a truck (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, come here baby
You don't like the way it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous...how they keep their lips on this
Don't kiss right there, girlfriend I'm ticklish
And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's
Playa please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Chorus

Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies come
Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces
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 chochi and drive a 5-i
We never ride far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar
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.
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe

Chorus

Alternate 3rd verse:
What, what
You don't know who the hell I be
Can tell I be
Now hasta la vista, c'est la vie
Now what have we a cat in a Volvo waggy
That keep cats saggy, roll with P-Daddy
Come be one of baggy, girls be one to stab me
I be more than gladly to tell a foe
Yo, you ain't offendin' me
It ain't like you the first son of the Kennedy
Or even in a mallway, you can *** for me
But all until you talk you don't ever spend a G
I know how it be
You know me from before when I used to detour
Down to B-more
Push the E or
Days I just kick it
My crew buy Crystal
Just so we can spit it
All that expensive stuff
Just so that we can ***
Be a lot of places that you *** can't visit
Talking cause I live it

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