Been Around The World Lyrics - P. Diddy

Intro: Mase 

Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? 

You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason 

You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich 

You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with they bitch 

Then you got niggaz that just don't like me 

You know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz 

But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though 

see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop shit 

But a lot of niggaz don't make hits 

But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit 

we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever 

Black Rob 

If you wanna dance, we dance 

Verse One: 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 

Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that 

Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack 

Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that' 

Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo 

Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, 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, nigga leave without handin me my shit 

Got plans to get my Land and my 6 

Niggaz outta pen'll understand this shit 

Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh) 

Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G. 

spoken words by Puff 

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 [ahehe] 

I don't know why they hate us [yeah] 

Is it our ladies? [uh-huh] 

Or our drop Mercedes [uhh, uhh] 

Bay-bee bay-BEE! 

Verse Two: Puff Daddy 

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 (hoo) 

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 nigga, send em in (c'mon) 

What you waitin for, let the freak show begin 

How they came in a truck? (Mase: 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 

Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese 

Chorus 

Verse Three: Puff Daddy, Mase 

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 niggaz 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 nigga V.I. (uh-huh) 

Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold 

Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe 

Chorus w/ slight modifications 

line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh 

line 2, Puff: We been playa hated! 

line 3, Puff: Why? 

line 4, Puff: Why they want us hated! 

line 5, Puff: Why they hate us? 

line 6, Puff: Is it our ladies? 

line 7, Puff: Say what? 

line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE! 

Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G. sings 

You know, sometimes I gotta ask myself 

Why's there so much jealousy in the world? 

Don't look at mine, get yours 

(music fades) 

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 

*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 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 niggaz why you mad son! 

Tell them niggaz 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 shit 

Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? 

(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down) 

That nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin? 

We ain't, we don't do that shit, word, yeah 

He ain't no real producer neither 

And then come to find out youknowhatI'msayin 

My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now! 

Oh yeah, that's the shit that got me mad! 

(Please, Mr. Rapper, once again) 

That's the shit that got me mad! 

That's the shit, youknowhatI'msayin? 

(It's a family oriented show) 

YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit that feds me up 

(Gentlemen, please) 

Word up, youknowhatI'msayin? 

(Disregard the foul language) 

I'm watchin this nigga video youknowhatI'msayin? 

They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit 

like that youknowhatI'msayin? 

This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit 

YouknowhatI'msayin? 

I'm I'm I'm watchin this nigga video 

(I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language) 

the car goin two hundred miles an hour 

WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?! 

(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the foul language) 

The nigga climbin out the fuckin car! 

(One more time) 

Let me see you try that shit on a train! 

YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train 

What kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin? 

Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME write for you 

Son my shit is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...