Been Around The World Lyrics

Been Around The World lyrics

Intro: Mase

Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that
don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that don't wanna see me
rich
You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you
got niggaz that just don't like me
You know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz
But
you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
see it's a difference,
a lot of niggaz pop shit
But a lot of niggaz don't make hits
But it's
like this whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I.,
Puff, Lox, whoever
Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance

Verse
One: Mase

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
Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that,
Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind
that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her
low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies 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, 'OK, my tint smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave
without handin me my shit
Got plans to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta
pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh,
uhh)

Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken words by
Puff

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
[ahehe]
I don't know why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our ladies?
[uh-huh]
Or our drop Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
Bay-bee bay-BEE!

Verse
Two: Puff Daddy

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
(hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be
the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes 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? (Mase: 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 (heheh)
And I be
switchin fees with a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with
the cheese

Chorus

Verse Three: Puff Daddy, Mase

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 niggaz 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

Chorus w/ slight modifications
line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah,
uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff: Why?
line 4,
Puff: Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they hate us?
line 6,
Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Puff: Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah,
bay-bee bay-BEE!

Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings
You know,
sometimes I gotta ask myself
Why's there so much jealousy in the
world?
Don't look at mine, get yours
(music fades)

Radio Show from
B.I.G.'s album continued:

OK after these messages we'll be back
with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after
this
*applause*
OK 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 Mad Rapper (Did you get the
check though?)
and he's still pretty mad
But, this time he brought
someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You
god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so
mad?

Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah
t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son!
Tell them niggaz why you mad
son!
(OK, gentlemen please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, word
up, tell em why you mad son!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I
been
I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
I don't, I
don't, I don't, I don't
I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit
Yo
we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr.
Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That nigga be on
some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word,
yeah
He ain't no real producer neither
And then come to find out
youknowhatI'msayin
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,
youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a family oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin?
That's the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the foul language)
I'm watchin this nigga
video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and
shit
like that youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids
climbin up mountains and shit
YouknowhatI'msayin?
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 GOIN?!
(Please
Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language)
The nigga climbin out the
fuckin car!
(One more time)
Let me see you try that shit on a
train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train
What kind of
shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME write
for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...