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Swear to God I touched down

All around the world, same
Killa Cali nigga, song
A-T-L, same
dude it's all around the world

London, England, of France
And all points between they about your man
Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan, I'm a Giant like Ichiro
I am piss poor nigga the hood but I blew
Now I six-fours up and down Crenshaw
me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri
Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like

Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin' a
And handlin' the modern stand five-eight
Five-nine, fine wine, dine either that or I'm mixin' in Switzerland
Tryin' to buy time, ballin' out in Bali when gorgeous out in Cali
at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy
When it's home nigga back to the zone
Nigga back to the books to the rhymes took me

All around the
bombers
Detroit
Chi-Town, all around the

Said all love, Sure Club, M-I-A
Party at bungalow eight, when I
Pool look like a hundred
A couple fiancres, I'm the new
Come and to me, mami in the ea-sy
Garant, I hope, she ain't too
Only twenty-one and let another nigga mold her
I'm just tryin' to show her how a baller and a

Sleep one place, sell the pie to the engine
Runnin' then I wake up in Vineyard
boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas
Reminisce about the time my Mom couldn't spend
Now I'm send her on her own little wish list
Anywhere in the world, for my girl
my lady, blind crippled and crazy
A and you pay to see D - sweet Sade

Sade, don't you know I you sweet Sade
All around the

Said it ain't where you yo it's where you at
niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't clap
It's killers out in Cali, some niggaz just act
Hollywood like they out the hood, all to the good
Real players in the D-Twa, of them throwed
Slackin' on they mackin', rest haven for
Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real
Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I

Shit it ain't about city or borough
It's 'bout if you really as thorough and if you are, at your boy
I put my hand on my heart, means I feel you
Real recognize and you lookin' familiar
I'ma nigga but I do it to death
I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey at Chef's
One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up
Then we party the sun don't set

We take you all around the world
the same song, everywhere
It's the same
We gon' take you all around the world, same
Same
song
All around the

Same, same, same song song song