P. Diddy - Been Around the World lyrics

Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? You got n***as that don't like me for whatever reason You got n***as that don't want to see me rich You got n***as that's mad, cause I'm always with they b**h Then you got n***as that just don't like me You know, the, those P.H.D. n***as But you know I pop a lot of sh** but I back it up though See it's a difference, a lot of n***as pop sh** But a lot of n***as don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy sh** We come to bring it to y'all n***as, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever Black Rob If you want to 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 n***as talk sh**, we never mind that Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot sh**, and make a n***a say, 'Rewind that' n***as know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the b**h, hit the do' I represent honies 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, 'OK, my tint smoke gray' No way, n***a leave without handin me my sh** Got plans to get my Land and my 6 n***as outta pen'll understand this sh** Pop champagne like I won a championship (uh, uh) [Chorus] 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 (hehe) I don't know why they hate us (yeah) Is it our ladies? (uh-huh) Or our drop Mercedes (uh, uh) Bay-bee bay-BEE! 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 (ho) Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh) Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon Mase you got some hoes well n***a, 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 (heheh) And I be switchin' fees with a wrist full of G's n***a please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese [Chorus] 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 n***as 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 n***a V.I. (uh-huh) Rock tons of gold, 'nough money I fold Roll the way you want to roll, break a hundred out the toe [Chorus] See'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh We been playa hated! Why? Why they want us hated! Why they hate us? Is it our ladies? Say what? Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE! [Chorus] You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself Why's there so much jealousy in the world? Don't look at mine, get yours Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album continued: OK after these messages we'll be back with The Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this 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 damn right!) Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad? Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them n***as why you mad son! Tell them n***as 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? I, I 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** Yo we don't play, we don't play that sh** youknowhatI'msayin? (Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down) That n***a be on some bullsh**, youknowhatI'msayin? We ain't, we don't do that sh**, 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***a tryin to rap now! Oh yeah, that's the sh** that got me mad! (Please, Mr. Rapper, once again) That's the sh** that got me mad! That's the sh**, youknowhatI'msayin? (It's a family oriented show) YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the sh** that feds me up (Gentlemen, please) Word up, youknowhatI'msayin? (Disregard the foul language) I'm watchin this n***a video youknowhatI'msayin? They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and sh** Like that youknowhatI'msayin? This n***a dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and sh** YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm I'm I'm watchin this n***a video (I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language) The car goin two hundred miles an hour Where the f** is he goin? (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language) The n***a climbin out the f**in car! (One more time) Let me see you try that sh** on a train! YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that sh** on a f**in train What kind of sh**, youknowhatI'msayin? Got a thousand n***as write for him, let ME write for you Son my sh** is jumpin, I got John Blaze sh**...