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 Ichiro, I am
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw
Spot 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 Cali
Brunchin' at the Four 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 (same song)
Brooklyn bombers (same song)
Detroit players (same song)
Chi Town
All around the world:
Said it's all love, Shore club, M-I-A
Party at bungalow eight, when I stay
Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's
A couple fiances, I'm the new DeVante
Come talk to me, mami in the Yves-Saint Laruent
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 in one place, tell the pilot keep the engine
Runnin' then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard
St. Bart's this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas
Reminiscin' about the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas
Now I'm gon' spend 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 your favorite CD, sweet Sadie:
Sadie, Sadie, don't you know I love you sweet Sadie
Sadie, all around the world:
Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at
Real niggas out in Brooklyn, some niggas don't clap
It's real killers out in Cali, some niggas 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 hos
Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks
Disciplined gangstas, 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'm a Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death
I promise I'm as St. Thomas homie eatin' at Chef's
One-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 (same song)
Everywhere (same song)
It's the same song (same song)
We gon' take you all around the world... same song (same song)
Same song (same song)
Same song (same song)
All around the world...