Been Around the World

Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin'?

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 P.H.D. 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 Jigalo

Getcha ho, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'

I represent honies with money fly guys with gems

Drive with the tints that be 35 percent

Hos hope I lay so I look both ways

Cop says, "Okay, my tint smoke gray"

No way, nigga leave without handin' 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 (uh, uh)

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 (hahaha)

I don't know why they hate us (yeah)

Is it our ladies

Or our drop Mercedes? (Uh-huh, uh, uh)

Baby, baby

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 (whoo)

Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men

Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)

Hos 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? (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 switchin' fees with a wrist full of G's

Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

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 (hahaha)

I don't know why they hate us (yeah)

Is it our ladies

Or our drop Mercedes? (Uh-huh, uh, uh)

Baby, baby

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 niggas 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

Been around the world and I, I, I

And we been playa hated (yeah, yeah, uh-huh, we been playa hated)

I don't know and I don't know why

Why they want us faded (why, why they want us fated?)

I don't know why they hate us (why they hate us?)

Is it our ladies

Or our drop Mercedes? (Is it our ladies, say what, yeah?)

Baby, baby

Been around the world and I, I, I

And we been playa hated (you know sometimes I got to ask myself)

I don't know and I don't know why

Why they want us faded (why is there so much jealous in the world?)

I don't know why they hate us

Is it our ladies (don't look at mine, get yours)

Or our drop Mercedes?

Baby, baby

Okay, after these messages, we'll be back with the Madd Rapper and his brother, the Madd Producer, after this

Okay, 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 Madd Rapper and he's still pretty mad (did you get the check though?)

But this time he brought someone else with him

And quite frankly (yeah, yeah), he's even madder (you got that right), um

Mr. Producer (yo, you know what I'm saying?) Why are you so mad?

Yo, I- I'ma- I'ma keep it real simple for you (yeah, t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad, son)

Tell them niggas why you mad, son (okay, gentlemen, please, one at a time)

Tell them why you mad, son, word up, tell 'em why you mad son! (You know what I'm saying?)

I- I be- I be- I be- I be- I been here for the culture, you know what I'm saying?

I don't- I don't- I don't- I don't

I don't be recognizing all that new jack shit (yeah, we don't play, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm saying?)

Please Mr. Producer, no foul language, Mr. Rapper, please calm down (that nigga be on some bullshit, you know what I'm saying?)

He ain't no real producer, you know what I'm sayin'?

And then come to find out, you know what I'm saying?

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, you know what I'm saying? (This is a family-oriented show)

You know what I'm saying? That's the shit that feds me up (gentlemen, please)

Word up, you know what I'm saying? (Disregard the foul language)

I'm watchin' this nigga video, you know what I'm saying?

They got mermaids swimmin' in they living rooms and shit like that

You know what I'm saying?

This nigga dancing in the rain with kids climbin' up mountains and shit

You know what I'm saying?

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 going? (Please Mr. Rapper)

The nigga climbing out the fuckin' car (please refrain' from the foul language, one more time)

Let me see you try that shit on a train

You know what I'm saying? Try that shit on a fuckin' train

What kind of shit, you know what I'm saying?

Got a thousand niggas write for him, let me write for you

Son my shit is jumpin', I got John Blaze shit