(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: Puff Daddy, 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 (substitute words in parentheses with 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)
Compositores: Lisa Jane Stansfield (Lisa Stansfield), Ian Owen Devaney (Ian Devaney), Andrew Morris (Morris Andy), Sean Puffy Combs (Puff Daddy), Christopher Wallace (Big Poppa), Deric Michael Angelettie (D Dot), Ronald Anthony Lawrence (Amenra), Mason Betha (Mase), Roy Ayers, David Robert Jones (David Bowie), Peter Brown ECAD: Obra #14455299