Текст песни Jay-Z f LaToiya Williams - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & the Curse
Jay-Z f LaToiya Williams - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & the Curse слова песни
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 it`s all around the world[Jay-Z]London, England, South of FranceAnd all points between they know about your manKonichiwa ladies when I`m out in JapanI`m 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 man`ll stand manta ray, handlin a steakAnd handlin the modern stand about five-eightFive-nine fine wine fine dine either thator I`m mixin in Switzerland, tryin to buy timeBallin out in Bali when it`s gorgeous out in CaliBrunchin at the 4 Seasons, off the heezyWhen it`s 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 it`s all love, Sure Club, M-I-AParty at bungalow eight, when I stayPool look like a hundred Beyonce`sA couple fiances, I`m the new DeVante"Come and Talk to Me" mami in the Ea-syGarant, I hope, she ain`t too youngOnly twenty-one and older let another nigga mold herI`m 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 Martha`s VineyardSame boss this year, I think I`m gon` spend Christmasreminisce about the time my mom couldn`t spend ChristmasNow I`m 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, don`t you know I love you sweet Sade, SadeAll around the world[Jay-Z]Said it ain`t where you from yo it`s where you atReal niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don`t clapIt`s real killers out in Cali, some niggaz just actHollywood like they out the hood, it`s 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 ain`t about your city or boroughIt`s 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 familiarI`ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to deathI promise I`m as St. Thomas homey eatin at Chef`sOne-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up yet?Then we party like the sun don`t set[LaToiya]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..{*harmonizing to the end*}