Been Around The World

The Notorious B.I.G.

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    This mase, you know what i'm saying
    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 phd 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 gigolo
    Getcha ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
    I represent honeys with money fly guys with gems
    Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
    Hoes hope i lay so i look both ways
    Cop says okay my tint smoke gray
    No way, nigga leave without handing 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

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    Been around the world and i i i
    And we been playa 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

    I was in one bedroom, dreaming of a million
    Now i'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling
    I was a gentleman living in tenements
    Now i'm swimming in all the women that be tens
    Went from bad boys to the crushed linen men
    Now my divi-dends be the new benjamins
    Hoes of all complexions
    I like cinnamon
    Mase you got some hoes well nigga send em in
    What you waiting 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 switching fees with a wrist full of g's
    Nigga please, i'm the macaroni with the cheese

    Now puff rule the world even though i'm young
    I make it my biz to see that all ladies cum
    Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
    Lick em places niggas 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 throat dry, even when the smoke lie
    Eat the mami chochi and drive a low-ride
    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 at the toll

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    Composición: Lisa Stansfield, Ian Devaney, Morris (Gb 1) Andy, Puff Daddy, Big Poppa, D Dot, Amenra, Mase (Us 3) y David Bowie

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