[Intro]

From the East to the South to the West to the North

Come on Al' Tariq, go off and go off!

A yes yes y'all, freak freak y'all

So unique y'all, Al' Tariq y'all

[Verse 1: Al' Tariq]

I dusted off the .44 chrome, threw my Nike hat on the dome

Plus pack the celly phone, left out my home alone

To roam these wicked streets in the U.S. of A

See no matter where you at, motherfucking crime pay

But not my way, put them days of slinging behind me

Now I rock spots where only rap fiends can find me

And that remind me, can't forget my 1-800 beeper

So I can keep a eye on my mida mida

Now, loaded up my shit in this van to tour America

I'm out to get this cheese and to see every area

Of every city, every corner and back street

Thought shit would be calm like that cover of BlackSTREET

Wrong impression, from the beginning, we get to sinning

All up and down the East coast yo, we banging women

The Beatnuts and Common Sense is steady trucking

Got chickens sucking, raw dog we steady fucking

But out luck in this game runs out through the Carolinas

Deep in the woods, niggas licking off behind us

Glad they didn't find us, glad we didn't get tackled

Thought brothers only played for keeps up in the Apple

[Hook]

All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots

Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots

(Think not!)

Stop what you thinking, stop all that fussing

The shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion

All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots

Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots

(Think not!)

Stop what you thinking, stop all that fussing

The shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion

[Verse 2: Al' Tariq]

Now Common knew this chick that lived deep in 'ouisiana

A thick ass and shit, but she sleep with Peaseyanna

B.E. and Anna, and every other ho, what is it

So we made our visit short, blew like a blizzard

We on our way now, OK now we headed

To good ol' Tex' and all gun shit get deaded

Cause down here, niggas don't fear a good ol' shoot-em-up

They love to suit 'em up, so don't try to .32 'em up

Even my big .44 don't scare no more

I hear gunshots, son son hit the floor

I get my dough, I'm out, did my show, I scout

For some ho-ass, I need some more ass on my route

No doubt, avoiding hexes, floating through Texas

Stackin them checkses, gets me a beaming Lexus

Now next is the state of Cali-forn-I-A

My word is bond-I-A to Cali-forn-I-A

But I represent the Q and you knew, whole hearted

That I'd be trooping through with crew so don't get started

Or get smarted, by the certified black sheep

Al' Tariq, now let's troop West to East, cause

[Hook]

All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots

Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots

(Think not!)

Stop what you thinking, stop all that fussing

The shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion

All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots

Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots

(Think not!)

Stop what you thinking, stop all that fussing

The shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion

[Verse 3: Al' Tariq]

Now peep the way we slid in to Colorado

Where my bravado, had 'em screaming cause I'm that macho

That top honcho, banging bodies like I'm Camacho

Hitting notes like Pavarotti, caught this hottie, bang that body

Saw the shottie on this gang nigga, and he was focused

Then I spot his crew swarming through like they was locusts

? know this ain't his spot, so I bag up the shorts

Unloose my Eddie Bauer jeans, adjust my Polo Sports

I got this jigga for some slicing but no blasting material

Just wish I had that chrome .44 without the serial

Number, so I can give him slumber

Vaporize these niggas holding triggers yo I coulda put him under

But no time to wonder, it's getting tight up in this piece

Took honey by her hand, to my van, so we headed East

Now is you with me? Or you gon' stay out here and freeze

With all these motherfucking trees and the snow up to your knees

So what's your answer sister? Next stop, the Windy City

She said, "Yeah I don't care, but 'Riq would you lick my

Kitty-kat?" Hon I can do that, hop in the van

But before I ever can, yo you gotta see my man

Now here we go go, to At-lan-ta

Through with La-na, puffing lye, gettin high

Alright? Chi-Town, we hit ground, we headed South

To the side, four corner hustlers is in the house

Woo woo woo woo, we kicking script, about our journey

Make shorty hit the road, got no dough for no attorney

Plus she didn't burn me, I guess I'm lucky this time

But the next time I wind strictly dick and rubbers combined

[Hook]

All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots

Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots

(Think not!)

Stop what you thinking, stop all that fussing

The shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion

All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots

Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots

(Think not!)

Stop what you thinking, stop all that fussing

The shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion