Testi:
Sonny Real People

and the platinum butts? Junkyard, baby, show me your tits Got a cock that'll blow you to bits On the real, I'm as good as it gets Why you people even

ain't think You bout to touch down up top man for real man it's the neck man You a real nigga on next son you really big on this side ya heard Bravehearts

spread folk ally on the M-I-CR-O Power he's cyphin not quality, I deal it Lays the track and made it real, I know my people feel it Keep their head bobbin

diddy dumb I'd rather be sittin pretty than in a city like a bum I roll with some killers, some real bug niggaz And some real ill figures that ain't

frosty Albert Collins bukkha white Booker T James Brown Jimmy Smith at the console The soul with the girls Aretha Chakka Khan the show Solid Gold Cisco and Sonny Lead Belly too Peoples

m tellin tha truth when I say it don't happen often. I'll be pissin people off until they put me in a coffin; I'm a seargent in this army people listen

'ma let you work it off You only get one chance, don't jerk it off People think we gettin soft thanks to you So we gon handle this like real gangstas

Me, I'm the old fashioned kind I was never good at follow-the-leader Real real real real real real real That's me, as real as a Yankee can be That's

I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man I slide up in chicks like a diafram (You can't murder me, you better recognize) People heard