All Around The World - Seay

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.