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Song «Been Around the World» von Puff Daddy And The Family.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1997 07 01 (Album), 1997 10 20 (Single)
Label: Bad Boy Records 78612-73012, Bad Boy 78612-79126
Songwriter Deric 'D-Dot' Angelettie, Mason Betha, David Bowie, Sean Combs, Ian Devaney, Ron Lawrence, Andrew Morris, Lisa Stansfield, Christopher Wallace
Produktion: Puff Daddy & Deric 'D-Dot' Angelettie & Ron 'Amen-Ra' Lawrence
Genre: Hip-Hop - Blingera - Poprap

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Puff Daddy And The Family
Deric 'D-Dot' Angelettie, Mason Betha, David Bowie, Sean Combs, Ian Devaney, Ron Lawrence, Andrew Morris, Lisa Stansfield, Christopher Wallace
Puff Daddy
Deric 'D-Dot' Angelettie
Ron 'Amen-Ra' Lawrence

Lyrics

[Intro: Ma$e] Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm saying? You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich You got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch Then you got niggas that just don't like me You know the— those PHD niggas But you know, I pop a lot of shit, but I back it up, though See, it's a difference, a lot of niggas pop shit But a lot of niggas don't make hits But it's like this whole Bad Boy shit We come to bring it to y'all niggas Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob If you want to dance, we dance [Verse 1: Ma$e] Now, trick, what? Lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back Niggas talk shit, we never mind that Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot shit and make a nigga say, "Rewind that" Niggas know, we go against the Harlem Gigolo Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door I represent honeys 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 say it's okay, my tint smoke gray No way nigga leave without handing me my shit Got plans to get my Lamb' and my 6 Niggas out the pen'll understand this shit Pop champagne like I won a championship [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy] 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 (Hahaha) I don't know why they hate us (Yeah) Is it our ladies Or our drop Mercedes? (Uh-huh, uh, uh) Baby, baby [Verse 2: Diddy] I was in one bedroom dreaming of a million Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the ceiling (That's right) I was a gentleman living in tenements Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (Woo) Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men Now my dividends be the new Benjamins Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon Ma$e you got some hoes? Well, nigga, send 'em in What you waiting for? Let the freak show begin How they came in a truck? (Nah, Puff, that's a Benz) Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way (Come on) It's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy It's ridiculous how you put your lips on this Don't kiss right there, girlfriend, I'm ticklish (Uh-huh, hahaha) And I be switching Vs with a wrist full of Gs Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy] Been around the world and I, I, I And we been playa hated (Say what?) I don't know and I don't know why Why they want us faded (Uh, that's right) I don't know why they hate us (Haha) Is it our ladies Or our drop Mercedes? (Yeah, uh, uh) Baby, baby [Verse 3: Diddy & Ma$e] Now Puff rule the world even though I'm young I make it my biz to see that all ladies cum (Yeah) Get 'em all strung from the tip of my tongue Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (Come on) Before I die, hope I remake a flow by In the brand new treasure on a old try Now when my throat dry, even when I smoke la Eat the mami chocha and drive her loca We never ride far, pack 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, enough money I fold Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred at the toll, come on [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy] Been around the world and I, I, I And we been playa hated (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, we been playa hated) I don't know and I don't know why Why they want us faded (Why, why they want us fated?) I don't know why they hate us (Why they hate us?) Is it our ladies Or our drop Mercedes? (Is it our ladies, say what, yeah?) Baby, baby Been around the world and I, I, I And we been playa hated (You know sometimes I got to ask myself) I don't know and I don't know why Why they want us faded (Why is there so much jealous in the world?) I don't know why they hate us Is it our ladies (Don't look at mine, get yours) Or our drop Mercedes? Baby, baby [Skit: Trevor Jones, The Madd Producer & The Madd Rapper] Okay, after these messages we'll be back with the Madd Rapper and his brother, the Madd Producer, after this Okay, 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 Madd Rapper and he's still pretty mad (Did you get the check though?) But this time he brought someone else with him And quite frankly (Yeah, yeah) he's even madder (You got that right), um Mr. Producer (Yo, you know what I'm saying?) why are you so mad? Yo, I— I'ma— I'ma keep it real simple for you (Yeah, t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad, son) Tell them niggas why you mad, son (Okay, gentlemen, please, one at a time) Tell them why you mad, son, word up, tell 'em why you mad son! (You know what I'm saying?) I— I be— I be— I be— I be— I been here for the culture, you know what I'm saying? I don't— I don't— I don't— I don't— I don't be recognizing all that new jack shit (Yeah, we don't play, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm saying?) Please Mr. Producer, no foul language, Mr. Rapper, please calm down (That nigga be on some bullshit, you know what I'm saying?) He ain't no real producer, you know what I'm sayin'? And then come to find out, you know what I'm saying? 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, you know what I'm saying? (This is a family-oriented show) You know what I'm saying? That's the shit that feds me up (Gentlemen, please) Word up, you know what I'm saying? (Disregard the foul language) I'm watchin' this nigga video, you know what I'm saying? They got mermaids swimmin' in they living rooms and shit like that You know what I'm saying? This nigga dancing in the rain with kids climbin' up mountains and shit You know what I'm saying? 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 going? (Please Mr. Rapper) The nigga climbing out the fuckin car (Please refrain from the foul language, one more time) Let me see you try that shit on a train You know what I'm saying? Try that shit on a fuckin' train What kind of shit, you know what I'm saying? Got a thousand niggas write for him, let me write for you Son my shit is jumpin', I got John Blaze shit