Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Boy's Been Around the World, artist - Puff Daddy. Album song Victory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.2014
Record label: Atlantic, Bad Boy, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Bad Boy's Been Around the World |
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 |
I don’t know and I don’t know why |
Why they want us hated |
I don’t know why they hate us Is it our ladies? |
Or I drive Mercedes |
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 |
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 |
Never my throat dry, even when the smoke lie |
Eat the mami chochi and drive a low-ride |
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 toll |
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 |
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… |