Global (Explicit)-Mac Dre/Dubee

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 ni**a on a leash The rules and regulations they inflicted, had me restricted, paroled Kept me from blowin bomb, knowin and I'm hooked and addicted for sho' Now 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**k parole, probation, piss test and supervised release I'm a 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, play the romp, maxin for 'ternity Kick gravel, travel, see what they know about me in? [CHORUS: Dubee] We be global Touch land and that sand over the seas Blew off of coco leaves, releasin verbal telekinese For sheez, clickulate with players Under the stairs, to the Himalayas Kinda thick, layer for layer [x2] [VERSE 2] Sometimes I sit and reminisce about life in '87 When I was doin my thug game, brain ten miles higher than heaven One-track minded, blinded by the game and quick change Not knowin across the way-way niggas were doin 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 p**sy 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-eyed flight the same night to Morocco Top-nacho, chasin superbad scrilla villains Then bounce to the Phillipines and get mo' head than guillotines Boy, life ain't nothin but fat checks and head sex So I'm a get mobile, stay global like FedEx [CHORUS] [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 hashis while I feast on teriaki International is how I'm smashin, hoe A cutthroat ni**a that will blast and roll I took a trip to Queens to see Jazz and Preme They had a ni**a blowin brown, said it wasn't no green But that ain't no thang, cause in Tacoma I blew bomb till 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 San Coy Mac Dre, global, holler at your boy [CHORUS]