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lirik lagu diddy - been around the world

[intro: mase]
this mase, you know what i’m saying
you got n-ggas that don’t like me for whatever reason
you got n-ggas that don’t wanna see me rich
you got n-ggas that’s mad cause i’m always with they b-tch
then you got n-ggas that just don’t like me
you know the, those phd n-ggas
but you know i pop a lot of sh-t but i back it up though
see it’s a difference
a lot of n-ggas pop sh-t
but a lot of n-ggas don’t make hits
but it’s like this whole bad boy sh-t
we come to bring it to y’all n-ggas, me, b.i., puff, lox, whoever, black rob
if you wanna dance, we dance

[verse 1: 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
n-ggas talk sh-t, we never mind that
funny never find that, puff a dime stack
write hot sh-t and make a n-gga say, rewind that
n-ggas know, we go against the harlem gigolo
getcha ho, l!ck her low, make the b-tch 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, n-gga leave without handing me my sh-t
got plans to get my land and my six
n-ggas outta pen’ll understand this sh-t
pop champagne like i won a championship

[refrain: notorious b.i.g.]
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

[verse 2: puff daddy]
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 n-gga 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 ve’s with a wrist full of g’s
n-gga please, i’m the macaroni with the cheese

[verse 3: puff daddy]
now puff rule the world even though i’m young
i make it my biz to see that all ladies c-m
get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
l!ck em places n-ggas 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 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
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 n-gga v.i
rock tons of gold, nuff money i fold
roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred at the toll

[radio show]:

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 d-mn right!)
mr. producer (yo, youknowhati’msayin) why are you so mad?

yo, iiiiiii, i’mma i’mma keep it real simple for you
yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them n-ggas why you mad son!
tell them n-ggas 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 sh-t
yo we don’t play, we don’t play that sh-t youknowhati’msayin?
(please mr. producer, explain yourself, mr. rapper, please calm down)
that n-gga be on some bullsh-t, youknowhati’msayin?
we ain’t, we don’t do that sh-t, word, yeah
he ain’t no real producer neither
and then come to find out youknowhati’msayin
my brother hipped me to it, the n-gga tryin to rap now!
oh yeah, that’s the sh-t that got me mad!
(please, mr. rapper, once again)
that’s the sh-t that got me mad!
that’s the sh-t, youknowhati’msayin?
(it’s a family oriented show)
youknowhati’msayin? that’s the sh-t that feds me up
(gentlemen, please)
word up, youknowhati’msayin?
(disregard the foul language)
i’m watchin this n-gga video youknowhati’msayin?
they got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and sh-t
like that youknowhati’msayin?
this n-gga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and sh-t
youknowhati’msayin?
i’m i’m i’m watchin this n-gga video
(i’m gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car goin two hundred miles an hour
where the f-ck is he goin?!
(please mr. rapper, please refrain from the foul language)
the n-gga climbin out the f-ckin car!
(one more time)
let me see you try that sh-t on a train!
youknowhati’msayin? try that sh-t on a f-ckin train
what kind of sh-t, youknowhati’msayin?
got a thousand n-ggas write for him, let me write for you
son my sh-t is jumpin, i got john blaze sh-t…

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