Versuri 06. 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 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 
Brooklyn bombers 
Detroit players 
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 fiancres, I'm the new DeVante 
Come and talk to me, mami in the ea-sy 
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 
Runnin' 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 gon' 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, don't you know I love you sweet Sade 
All around the world 
 
Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at 
Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't clap 
It's real killers out in Cali, some niggaz 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 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 lookin' familiar 
I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death 
I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey 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, everywhere 
It's the same song 
We gon' take you all around the world, same song 
Same song 
Same song 
All around the world 
 
Same, same, same song song song song