Puff Daddy – Been Around the World ft. Mase & The Notorious B.I.G

Download clean vinyl mp3 audio song by Sean Combs a.k.a Puff Daddy or P. Diddy titled “Been Around the World ft. Mase & The Notorious B.I.G”.

Actually this wonderful song is popped out of his album which is titled ‘No Way Out’ which was released in the year 1997.

 

Listen up with lyrics.

 

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[Intro: Mase]

This Mase, 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 wanna dance, we dance

 

[Verse 1: 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

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

Getcha 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 says okay my tint smoke gray

No way, nigga leave without handing me my shit

Got plans to get my Land and my six

Niggas outta pen’ll understand this shit

Pop champagne like I won a championship

 

[Refrain: Notorious B.I.G.]

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 faded

I don’t know why they hate us

Is it our ladies

Or our drop Mercedes

Baby, baby

 

[Verse 2: Puff Daddy]

I was in one bedroom, dreaming of a million

Now I’m in beach houses, cream to the ceiling

I was a gentleman living in tenements

Now I’m swimming in all the women that be tens

Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men

Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins

Hoes of all complexions

I like cinnamon

Mase 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

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

And I be switching ve’s with a wrist full of G’s

Nigga please, I’m the macaroni with the cheese

 

[Refrain: Notorious B.I.G.]

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 faded

I don’t know why they hate us

Is it our ladies

Or our drop Mercedes

Baby, baby

 

[Verse 3: Puff Daddy]

Now Puff rule the world even though I’m young

I make it my biz to see that all ladies cum

Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue

Lick em places niggas wouldn’t dare put they faces

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 the smoke lie

Eat the Mami chocha and drive her loca

We never ride far, packed five in a car

Save money for the drinks

I’m about to buy the bar

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

Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold

Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred at the toll

 

[Refrain: Notorious B.I.G.]

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 faded

I don’t know why they hate us

Is it our ladies

Or our drop Mercedes

Baby, baby

 

[Radio Show]:

 

OK after these messages we’ll be back with

The Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this

*applause*

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’mma I’mma 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!

(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 niggas write for him, let ME write for you

Son my shit is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit…

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