[Featuring Mase Carl Thomas] (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 niggaz 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 send 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 B-more 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 we can shit it Be a lot of places that you niggaz can't visit Talking cause I live it Repeat Chorus until fade (everybody sings together) Ad Lib till end