Swear to God I just touched down All around the world, same song Killa Cali nigga, same song A-T-L, same song Real-adelphia dude it's all around the world London, England, South of France And all points between they know about your man Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan, I'm a Tokyo Giant like IchiroI am piss poor nigga from the hood but I blewNow I bounce six-fours up and down CrenshawSpot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin' a steak And handlin' the modern stand about five-eight Five-nine, fine wine, fine dine either that or I'm mixin' in Switzerland Tryin' to buy time, ballin' out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in CaliBrunchin' at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy When it's back home nigga back to the zone Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me All around the world Brooklyn bombers Detroit players Chi-Town, all around the world Said it's all love, Sure Club, M-I-AParty at bungalow eight, when I stayPool look like a hundred Beyonce'sA couple fiancres, I'm the new DeVanteCome and talk to me, mami in the ea-sy Garant, I hope, she ain't too young Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her I'm just tryin' to show her how a baller and a roller Sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine Runnin' then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard Same boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend ChristmasReminisce about the time my Mom couldn't spend ChristmasNow I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy A ticket and you pay to see D - sweet SadeSade, don't you know I love you sweet SadeAll around the world Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't clap It's real killers out in Cali, some niggaz just act Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed Slackin' on they mackin', rest haven for hoes Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know Shit it ain't about your city or borough It's 'bout if you really as thorough and if you are, holla at your boy I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you Real recognize real and you lookin' familiar I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey eatin' at Chef'sOne-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up yet? Then we party like the sun don't set We gon' take you all around the world It's the same song, everywhere It's the same song We gon' take you all around the world, same song Same songSame song All around the world Same, same, same song song song song