Global
(专辑: Rapper Gone Bad - 1999)
I
been tryin to flip the
script and take this rap thing to the
next page But the
federalies got me travellin on _Con Air_ like I'm Nicholas Cage Did 4
years, 4
months in the
feds, but couldn't get no peace Released from the
belly of the
beast, but the
'ralies put a
nigga on a
leash The
rules and regulations they inflicted, had me restricted, paroled Kept me from blowin bomb, knowin I'm hooked and addicted for sho' And how am I
to be an MC when I
can't get my travel on? Can't bring no babby home, 'cause every morning I'm gettin sweated by Babylon The
only way out is to max out and give these fools back they lease Fuck parole, probation, piss test and supervised release I'mma bring a
calendar, bounce, blow up like Chernobyl Kirk out and get mobile and do this thing global Worldwide romping, stomping in other nations Blowing bomb with Jamaicans, and sipping Dom with them Haitians Kicking major flows, have Asian hoes, playing the
Romp like it's for eternity Kick gravel, travel, see what they know about me in Werbach, Germany We be global Touch land in that sand over the
seas Blew off a
couple of G's, releasing verbal telekinese, for sheez Clickalate with players, under the
stairs, to the
Himalayas Kinda thick, layer for layer [x2] Sometimes I
sit and reminisce about life in '87 When I
was doing my thug thang, brain ten miles higher than heaven One-track minded, blinded by the
game and quick change Not knowin across the
way-way niggas were doing big thangs And it's a
shame Cause before I
hit the
F-E-D's I
didn't know about them niggas in Cuba and them sisters in Belize Now I'm curious: Is Belizan pussy the
bomb? When they blow, do they hum, and how quick do they come? Boy, it's time to hit the
friendly skies and fly like a
seagull Post up in spots where the
pot's good and legal Eat tacos in Mexico with cats named Flaco And catch a
red-eye flight the
same night to Morocco Top-nacho, chasing superbad scrilla fiends Then bounce to the
Phillipines and get mo' head than guillotines Boy, life ain't nothin but fat checks and head sex So I'mma get mobile, stay global like FedEx We be global Touch land in that sand over the
seas Blew off a
couple of G's, releasing verbal telekinese, for sheez Clickalate with players, under the
stairs, to the
Himalayas Kinda thick, layer for layer [x2] I
was a
cell dweller, eating Top Ramen and sardines Now it's Taiwanese Japanese cuisine Barefooted, fitted, sipping on sake Blow on big hashish while I
feast on teriyaki International is how I'm smashing, hoe A
cutthroat nigga that will blast and roll I
took a
trip to Queens to see Jazz and Preme They had a
nigga blowing brown, said it wasn't no green But that ain't no thang, cause in Tacoma I
blew bomb 'til I
was in a
coma And in Seattle my partner Chilly Chill Got that purple leaf dank that really real I'm global, boy, I
be travelling Getting further in the
air like a
javelin Chirpitch, kirkitch, finna bounce to St. Croix Mac Dre, global, holler at your boy We be global Touch land in that sand over the
seas Blew off a
couple of G's, releasing verbal telekinese, for sheez Clickalate with players, under the
stairs, to the
Himalayas Kinda thick, layer for layer [x2]