Swear to God I just touched down

All around the world, same song
Killa Cali ni**a, 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 Ichiro
I am piss poor ni**a 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 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 Cali
Brunchin` at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy
When it`s back home ni**a back to the zone
Ni**a 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-A
Party at bungalow eight, when I stay
Pool look like a hundred Beyonce`s
A couple fiancres, I`m the new DeVante
Come and talk to me, mami in the ea-sy
Garant, I hope, she ain`t too young
Only twenty-one and older let another ni**a 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 Christmas
Reminisce about 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 you pay to see D - sweet Sade

Sade, don`t you know I love you sweet Sade
All around the world

Said it ain`t where you from yo it`s where you at
Real ni**az out in Brooklyn, some ni**az don`t clap
It`s real killers out in Cali, some ni**az 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

S**t 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 ni**a but I do it to death
I promise I`m as St. Thomas homey 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, everywhere
It`s the same song
We gon` take you all around the world, same song
Same song
Same song
All around the world

Same, same, same song song song song