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, handling a steak
And handling the modern stand about five-eight
Five-nine fine wine fine dine either that
Or I'm mixing in Switzerland, trying to buy time
Balling out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali
Brunching at the 4 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, Sure 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 and Talk to Me" mami in the Easy
Garant, 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 one place, sell the pie to keep the engine
Running then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard
Same boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas
Reminisce about the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas
Now I'm goin' send 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 you pay to see D, sweet Sade
Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade
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
Slacking on they macking, rest haven for hoes
Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks
Disciplined Gangsters, 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 looking familiar
I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death
I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey eating at Chef's
One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up yet?
Then we party like the sun don't set
We goin' take you all around the world, it's the same song (same song)
Everywhere (same song)
It's the same song (same song)
We goin' take you all around the world, same song (same song)
Same song (same song)
Same song (same song)
All around the world
