Jay-Z - All Around The World Lyrics
Swear to God I just touched down[chorus: jay-z + (latoiya)]All around the world.. (same song)Killa cali nigga (same song)A-t-l (same song)Real-adelphia.. dude its all around the world[jay-z]London, england, south of franceAnd all points between they know about your manKonichiwa ladies when Im out in japanIm a tokyo giant like ichiro, I amPiss poor nigga from the hood but I blewNow I bounce six-fours up and down crenshawSpot me the hotel, the cap, or capriBathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weedYour manll stand manta ray, handlin a steakAnd handlin the modern stand about five-eightFive-nine fine wine fine dine either thatOr Im mixin in switzerland, tryin to buy timeBallin out in bali when its gorgeous out in caliBrunchin at the 4 seasons, off the heezyWhen its back home nigga back to the zoneNigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me[chorus: jay-z + (latoiya)]All around the world.. (same song)Brooklyn bombers (same song)Detroit players (same song)Chi-town.. all around the world[jay-z]Said its all love, sure club, m-i-aParty at bungalow eight, when I stayPool look like a hundred beyoncesA couple fiances, Im the new devanteCome and talk to me mami in the ea-syGarant, I hope, she aint too youngOnly twenty-one and older let another nigga mold herIm just tryin to show her how a baller and a rollerSleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engineRunnin then I wake up in marthas vineyardSame boss this year, I think Im gon spend christmasReminisce about the time my mom couldnt spend christmasNow Im gon send her on her own little wish listAnywhere in the world, anywhere for my girlForever my lady, blind crippled and crazyA ticket and you pay to see d - sweet sade[latoiya]Sade, sade, dont you know I love you sweet sade, sadeAll around the world[jay-z]Said it aint where you from yo its where you atReal niggaz out in brooklyn, some niggaz dont clapIts real killers out in cali, some niggaz just actHollywood like they out the hood, its all to the goodReal players in the d-twa, some of them throwedSlackin on they mackin, rest haven for hoesReal pranksters in the chi, most of them real folksDisciplined gangsters, come on charlie I knowShit it aint about your city or boroughIts bout if you really as thoroughAnd if you are, holla at your boyI put my hand on my heart, that means I feel youReal recognize real and you lookin familiarIma bed-stuy nigga but I do it to deathI promise Im as st. thomas homey eatin at chefsOne-twelve, a-t-l, the sun up yet?Then we party like the sun dont set[latoiya]We gon take you all around the world.. its the same song (same song)Everywhere (same song)Its 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..
