Global Lyrics - Mac Dre

[ VERSE 1 ] 

I been tryin to flip the script and take this rap thing to the next page 

But the federalies got me travellin on _Con Air_ like I'm Nicholas Cage 

Did 4 years, 4 months in the feds, but couldn't get no peace 

Released from the belly of the beast, but the 'ralies put a nigga on a leash 

The rules and regulations they inflicted, had me restricted, paroled 

Kept me from blowin bomb, knowin and I'm hooked and addicted for sho' 

Now how am I to be an MC when I can't get my travel on? 

Can't bring no babby home, cause every morning I'm gettin sweated by Babylon 

The only way out is to max out and give these fools back they lease 

Fuck parole, probation, piss test and supervised release 

I'ma bring a calendar, bounce, blow up like Chernobyl 

Kirk out and get mobile and do this thing global 

Worldwide rompin, stompin in other nations 

Blowin bomb with Jamaicans, and sippin Dom with them Haitians 

Kickin major flows, have Asian hoes, play the romp, maxin for 'ternity 

Kick gravel, travel, see what they know about me in ??? 

[ CHORUS: Dubee ] 

We be global 

Touch land and that sand over the seas 

Blew off of coco leaves, releasin verbal telekinese 

For sheez, clickulate with players 

Under the stairs, to the Himalayas 

Kinda thick, layer for layer (2x) 

[ VERSE 2 ] 

Sometimes I sit and reminisce about life in '87 

When I was doin my thug game, brain ten miles higher than heaven 

One-track minded, blinded by the game and quick change 

Not knowin across the way-way niggas were doin big thangs 

And it's a shame, cause before I hit the f-e-d's 

I didn't know about them niggas in Cuba and them sisters in Belize 

Now I'm curious - is Belizan pussy the bomb? 

When they blow, do they hum, and how quick do they come? 

Boy, it's time to hit the friendly skies and fly like a seagull 

Post up in spots where the pot's good and legal 

Eat tacos in Mexico with cats named Flaco 

And catch a red-eyed flight the same night to Morocco 

Top-nacho, chasin superbad scrilla villains 

Then bounce to the Philippines and get mo' head than guillotines 

Boy, life ain't nothin but fat checks and head sex 

So I'ma get mobile, stay global like FedEx 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ VERSE 3 ] 

I was a cell dweller, eatin Top Ramen and sardines 

Now it's Taiwanese Japanese cuisine 

Barefooted, fitted, sippin on sake 

Blow on big hashis while I feast on teriaki 

International is how I'm smashin, hoe 

A cutthroat nigga that will blast and roll 

I took a trip to Queens to see Jazz and Preme 

They had a nigga blowin brown, said it wasn't no green 

But that ain't no thang, cause in Tacoma 

I blew bomb till I was in a coma 

And in Seattle my partner Chilly Chill 

Got that purple leaf dank that really real 

I'm global, boy, I be travellin 

Gettin further in the air like a javelin 

Chirpitch, kirkitch, finna bounce to San Coy 

Mac Dre, global, holler at your boy 

[ CHORUS ]