you know I think I love you baby To be real Got to be real Got to be real Got to be real Got to be real Got to be real To be real What you think What
Traduzione: Jordan Hill. Got To Be Real.
the one and two like a freebee channel I have no time for bullshitters I get bad honies jitters As I walk be all the chickenhead critters I got more funk then En Vogue got
a hard top stain on 17 's that twist Fuck a bitch I got major weight to flip, gettin' these chips Nigga we can all be rich I got paper on my mind And
one draft pick and I skipped college Snakes in the trenches I peep those, get injured End up like Grant Hill on the bench in your street clothes Talk about he real
you see a character regress Fuck ya tape homie, I pass it up, eject (Talk 2 Em!) Time to seperate the real from the lies The hills have eyes, but when the hill
[Streetlife] Fuck what you believe in, you real fake, fishin in the same lake Eatin off the same cake you blowface [Method Man] Who got that ready-
into real martyrs, but the real target The industry cause the real harm is when the deal's bargain kill the real artist, ever since the Sugar Hill started
be free And get down with the sounds of this nigga O.C. Walkin the streets, chicks hawkin me You ask why? (Why?) That's how it ought to be Draw your own
right here Yeah, yeah One-Two, One-Two, in the place to be As you can see I am the crush groovin' There's a whole lot of stars be groovin' in here tonight
. Louis po-pos wanna stop me but I doubt (I doubt) [(Chorus) 2x] Ay yo, I happen to be, I happen to be the Young Dude With the hook up like Black and
plate The last real niggers, wea??re condors And speaking of crime lords Trill niggers screaming to encore With the third in stall, meant it as grind four We got
this right here Yeah, yeah One-two, one-two, in the place to be As you can see I am the crush groovin' There's a whole lot of stars be groovin' in here
sink your teeth in Fuck what you believe in, you real fake Fishin' in the same lake Eatin' off the same cake You blowface Who got that ready cooked
be 'Cuz I can play out any scene, any episode you think of I can swing, it don't mean a thing, 'cuz I got dat bling Got me a fresh hairstyle just to win, house on da hill
panel Hits the one and two like a freebee channel I have no time for bullshitters, I get bad honies jitters As I walk be all the chicken head critters I got more funk then En Vogue got
an' Optimos Twenty inches on the car, gotta lock the doors 'Cause these groupies an' these haters are scandalous Ay yo, I happen to be, I happen to be
