Dubee - Global lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ] 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 n***a 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 f** 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 rompin', stompin' in other nations Blowin' bomb with Jamaicans, and sippin' Dom with them Haitians Kickin' major flows, have Asian hoes, playin' the Romp like it's for eternity Kick gravel, travel, see what they know about me in Werbach, Germany [ Hook (Repeat 2X): Dubee ] We be global Touch land in that sand over the seas Blew off a couple of G's, releasin' verbal telekinese, for sheez Clickalate with players, under the stairs, to the Himalayas Kinda thick, layer for layer [ VERSE 2 ] Sometimes I sit and reminisce about life in '87 When I was doin' 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 n***as were doin' big thangs And it's a shame Cause before I hit the F-E-D's I didn't know about them n***as in Cuba and them sisters in Belize Now I'm curious: Is Belizan p**y 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, chasin' superbad scrilla fiends Then bounce to the Phillipines and get mo' head than guillotines Boy, life ain't nothin but fat checks and head s** So I'mma get mobile, stay global like FedEx [ Hook ] [ VERSE 3 ] I was a cell dweller, eatin' Top Ramen and sardines Now it's Taiwanese Japanese cuisine Barefooted, fitted, sippin' on sake Blow on big hashish while I feast on teriyaki International is how I'm smashin', hoe A cutthroat n***a that will blast and roll I took a trip to Queens to see Jazz and Preme They had a n***a blowin' 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 travellin' Gettin' further in the air like a javelin Chirpitch, kirkitch, finna bounce to St. Croix Mac Dre, global, holler at your boy [ Hook ]