Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Around The World, artist - Seay. Date of issue: 23.11.2018
Song language: English
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 Ichiro, I am |
| Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew |
| Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw |
| Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri |
| Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like «Oui» |
| Your man’ll stand manta ray, handlin' a steak |
| And handlin' a model, standin' 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 Cali |
| Brunchin' at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy |
| Then it’s back home, nigga, back to the zone |
| Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me |
| All around the world. |
| (same song) |
| Brooklyn bombers (same song) |
| Detroit players (same song) |
| Chi-Town. |
| all around the world |
| Said it’s all love, Shore Club, M-I-A |
| Party at bungalow eight, when I stay |
| Pool look like a hundred Beyonce’s |
| A couple fiances, I’m the new DeVante |
| Come and Talk to Me, mami in the Yves Saint |
| Laurent, 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, tell the pilot to keep the engine |
| Runnin', then I wake up in Martha’s Vineyard |
| St. Bart’s this year, I think I’m gon' spend Christmas |
| Reminiscin' 'bout the time my mom couldn’t spend Christmas |
| Now 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 your favourite CD — sweet Sade |
| Sade, Sade, don’t you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade |
| All around the world |
| Said it ain’t where you from yo it’s where you at |
| Real niggas out in Brooklyn, some niggas don’t clap |
| It’s real killers out in Cali, some niggas 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’m a Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death |
| I promise I’m in St. Thomas homie eatin' at Chef’s |
| One-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 (same song) |
| Everywhere (same song) |
| It’s the same song (same song) |
| We gon' take you all around the world. |
| same song (same song) |
| Same song (same song) |
| Same song (same song) |
| All around the world. |