Been Around The World Remix lyrics

Featuring Mase Carl Thomas]
(laughs)
Yeah uh uh
Turn me up a little bit
Yeah kids Harlem on the rise
Yeah turn me up a little bit more
Uh huh uh huh
We like it
Uh huh uh huh
Yeah kids Harlem on the rise
This the remix `98
And you don`t want no problem with these guys
Come on...
Chorus: Puffy & Mase
I been around (Uh huh uh huh)
I been around the world (Uh huh uh huh)
I been around (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
(We ain`t gon` stop)
I been around the world (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
(We don`t even know how to stop)
I been around (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I been around the world
Verse One: Mase
Yo, yo....
Now trick what? Lace who?
That ain`t what Mase do,
Got a lotta girls that`ll love to replace you,
Tell it to your face boo, not behind your back,
Cats talk slick...we never mind that,
Funny never find that, Puff a dimestack,
Write hot stuff that make people say `Rewind that`...
People know, you go against the Harlem Jiggalo,
Getcha hoe, lick her low, make your girl trick your dough,
I represent honies with money, fly guys, and jets,
Ride 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, people leave without handin` me my chips,
Got plans to get my land and my 6,
People outta pen`ll understand these hits,
Pop champagne like I won a championship...
repeat Chorus (include Carl Thomas singing)
Verse Two: Puff Daddy
Yeah, yeah
I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million
Now my beach houses creamed to the ceiling
I was a gentleman livin in tenements
Now I`m swimmin` in all the women every tens
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my dividends be the new Benjamins
Chicks of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some girls, well playboy
Send `em in
What you waitin` for let the freakshow begin
How they came in a truck (Mase: Nah Puff, that`s a Benz)
Mercedes, come here baby
You don`t like the way it`s hot and hazy
Never shady, you must be crazy
It`s ridiculous how they keep their lips on this
Don`t kiss right there, girlfriend I`m ticklish
And I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G`s
Playa please, I`m the macaroni with the cheese
repeat Chorus (now both Mase and Carl Thomas sing in
the background)
Verse Three: Mase, Puff Daddy
What, what niggaz
You don`t know who the hell I be?
Can tell I be,
Now hasta la vista, c`est la vie,
Now what have we a cat in a Bentley waggy,
That keep cats saggy, roll with P-Daddy
Come be one of baggy, girls be one to stab me
I be more than gladly to tell a foe
Yo, you ain`t offendin` me
It ain`t like you the first son of the Kennedy
Or even in a mallway, you can send for me
But all until you talk you don`t ever spend a G
I know how it be
You know me from before when I used to detour
Down in B-more
Push the E or
Days I just kick it
My crew buy Crystal
Just so we can spit it
All that expensive stuff
Just so we can shit it
Be a lot of places that you niggaz can`t visit
Talking cause I live it
repeat Chorus until fade (everybody sings together)
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