Mike D - All Around The World lyrics

rate me

(feat. Mr. 3-2, Clay Doe)

[Hook:]

We been all around the world, and it's all the same

See these niggaz ain't changed, and the game is strange

(get off your ass, too early to lay it down

We on a mission for big heads, and y'all can't hold us down)

[Mike D:]

These niggaz don't want the riches, these niggaz want the bitches

Wide bodies with switches, platinum pieces that glisten

My paper rowdy to start, man I been on the grind

Sacrificing and paying dues, to shine and get mine

From the dope game to the rap game, from the rap game to the dope game

Street niggaz feel our pain, we grave diggers for the fame

From rocks to blocks, and duct taping 'em up

Dragging boys out they boots, on that big head hunt

It was all in the making, a young youth with loot

Street smart plus heart, migrated to the booth

Had to put my boogie down, with them ducks and pounds

Wrapped up and compressed, to distract them bloodhounds

As time evolved, I kept my 40 for squealers

Kept them young broads kneeling, as my paper hit the ceiling

This game we're revealing baby, is sold out to'

Taking trips around the world, serving raw by the load cause I been

[Hook x2]

[Clay Doe:]

I been all around this world, and nothing changed

Gold diggers looking for niggaz, with ghetto fame

Boys aiming, to impress these hoes

While gorillas they bout scrilla, masterplanning all my X and O's

Scratching and core it, I'm all out for it

I can't ignore it, so I'ma stack it I'ma store it

Til' it's millionaire status, in a millionaire's palace

Niggaz wrists and chests, fifty plus karats

Lifestyles of the rich and lavish

Bumps and bruises got me dropping off, out here trying to manage the damage

Keep me scrambling and rambling, from H-Town to Dallas

Texas G's, and no we won't panic

I know it's hard, for you foreigners to understand it

Respect is demanded, or boys getting knocked off with the cannon

I went, on a quest around this planet

For the scrilla and got it, everywhere that I landed

[Hook x2]

[Mr. 3-2:]

I been all around the world, and it's all the same

People struggle and hustle, but you gotta maintain

From Texas to Maine, it's the same in every hood

Gotta get up off your ass, to make shit all good

Riding leather and wood, cause boys don't like that

Tilting my dob hat, on a mission for my stacks

Haters trying to hold you back, and keep a playa down

But S.S.P. shine forever, Screwed Up underground

How you like us now, we worldwide and legit

Ghetto dreams came true, cause it's money over a bitch

3-2 will never switch, just cause my paper get long

Cause you can't take it, with you when you gone

From swangas and two prone, to sitting on twinkies

Brick homes and bank accounts, with iced out piece watch and pinkies

This game done got janky, so I'm heated all times

On a grind, all around the world getting mine

[Hook x2]

[singing:]

Get off your ass, oooh and stack your cash

It's too early, it's too early to lay it down

Oh yeah-yeah, ooh yeah-yeah-yeah

Oooh yeah, oh