(laughs)
Yeah,
uh uh
Turn
me up a little bit
Yeah
kids, Harlem on the rise
Yeah,
turn me up a little bit more
Uh-huh,
uh-huh
We
like it
Uh-huh,
uh-huh
Yeah
kids, Harlem on the rise
This
the remix '98
And
you don't want no problem with these guys
Come
on...
Chorus:
Puffy & Mase
I
been around (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I
been around the world (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I
been around (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
(We
ain't gon' stop)
I
been around the world (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
(We
don't even know how to stop)
I
been around (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I
been around the world
Verse
One: Mase
Yo,
yo....
Now
trick what? Lace who?
That
ain't what Mase do,
Got
a lotta girls that'll love to replace you,
Tell
it to your face boo, not behind your back,
Cats
talk slick...we never mind that,
Funny
never find that, Puff a dimestack,
Write
hot stuff that make people say 'Rewind that'...
People
know, you go against the Harlem Jiggalo,
Getcha
hoe, lick her low, make your girl trick your dough,
I
represent honies with money, fly guys, and jets,
Ride
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, people leave without handin' me my chips,
Got
plans to get my land and my 6,
People
outta pen'll understand these hits,
Pop
champagne like I won a championship...
repeat Chorus (include Carl Thomas singing)
Verse
Two: Puff Daddy
Yeah,
yeah
I
was in one bedroom, dreamin of a million
Now
my beach houses creamed to the ceiling
I
was a gentleman livin in tenements
Now
I'm swimmin' in all the women every tens
Went
from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now
my dividends be the new Benjamins
Chicks
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase
you got some girls, well playboy
Send
'em in
What
you waitin' for let the freakshow begin
How
they came in a truck (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes,
come here baby
You
don't like the way it's hot and hazy
Never
shady, you must be crazy
It's
ridiculous how they keep their lips on this
Don't
kiss right there, girlfriend I'm ticklish
And
I be switchin fees with a wrist full of G's
Playa
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
repeat
Chorus (now both Mase and Carl Thomas sing in
the background)
Verse
Three: Mase, Puff Daddy
What,
what???
You
don't know who the hell I be?
Can
tell I be,
Now
hasta la vista, c'est la vie,
Now
what have we a cat in a Bentley waggy,
That
keep cats saggy, roll with P-Daddy
Come
be one of baggy, girls be one to stab me
I
be more than gladly to tell a foe
Yo,
you ain't offendin' me
It
ain't like you the first son of the Kennedy
Or
even in a mallway, you can *** for me
But
all until you talk you don't ever spend a G
I
know how it be
You
know me from before when I used to detour
Down
in ***
Push
the E or
Days
I just kick it
My
crew buy Crystal
Just
so we can spit it
All
that expensive stuff
Just
so that we can ***
Be
a lot of places that you *** can't visit
Talking
cause I live it
repeat
Chorus until fade (everybody sings together)
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