Lyrics:
on the trail, out for the feel,
I read yo bitch like she is in braille
This beat a glitch got money I'm real
Without a hitch I'm outside for real
Mixing on my mix
close friends
Don't, don't, don't hurt me again
As time flew by, the both of us grew in size
'89 you were sixteen
We used to take flicks posing
Respect
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
black sister
Gotta make her richer
So tell me what's real, partner
[Break - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
(Da-da-da-down for mine)
(You gon' buy me a motherfuckin car?)
white just
Like fight night we be weighin' in
P.d is ma pieces 20 karats Jesus say amen
Tricked of with my new bitch
She was half black and Malaysian
Drop it pop it drop it pop it like a real one yeah
Drop it pop it drop it pop it have some real fun
Oh my God miss hot tamale let me take you
to pop shit up
Real pop star
I don't supposed to be doing this
I'm but getting my dick sucked in a hot car
Bitch don't ask what's in my cup just know I'm
the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
Ten years
Never been done this real by nobody
holds
Like house keepers, We know you to fold
Straight from high school right to the pros
Know how to work a stove
Gotta get it by any means thats what i
pulled them triggers
Real niggas and gorillas, real dealers and fulfillers
And still made it out, man God is the realest
I done seen a lot, been through
time for the fake though
Not anymore, not anymore
Trip for real but I'm back 'n I ain't fuckin' with Forbes
So drop a buck in the door
Boutta pop off
Hardcore, real ill niggas
I'm internationally known
When I be on the mic
Hardcore, real ill niggas
I'm internationally known, yo
Hardcore,
stick and move
I's a shooter by the oath
Two bad bitches I can't pick and choose like fuck it
Smash them both, they pop my cork and take a toast
Tha Mix
hazardous
Seeds can't be saved by JESUS Of Nazareth
Sell my nigga weed, its halarious
They squeese at the cabbages, seeds in the carrage's (the kids)
dropbox for real
6 man with a casket throw that body in a basket for real
Get your ass in these streets, fuck your tweets little bitch
I don't pop on these
today, blown away
From the wrong way, I'm killin these niggas the jones way
Let the psalm say, he died as a hata
Sooner than later, shoulda pop em since
(skrrt)
The Audi go by, yeah (what?)
Me and T-Jones gettin' high (we do)
All these bitches want a bite
I don't know why (a what?)
Uh, wait, I took your lil'
I never felt better, Never have, Never will, (Holla)
I mean all I see is money, I got a see-Note between my eyes, (It's Real)
Please feel me, Sqad
to come slide on me
I'm a pop yo dome for real
ET phone home for real
Want to sell out arenas alone like gil
I remember we use to share our clothes
Rerock
Real
Jones and Legato
Charles Reed
[Hook]
I wanna love you
I want to loved by you
I wanna feel
I want to be felt by you
I wanna touch
I want
real with you
Fuck him!
Bet you he don't do it like I do
Catch him off side riding I shoot "pop, pop, pop!"
Girl, come back to the crib
pop a bar, pop a bar
I'm in Mars, I'm in Mars, I'm in Mars, I'm in Mars And I know I got it all up in this shit cause it's my real life
Gettin any bitch
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
She said, "I might even lick it if you let me" (If you let me)
You knew I would kill
a nigga scream
Nigga popped a perk and ate an all star at waffle crib
Only time I'm sleep in a bed is laying pipe in it
Superman jones can't be killed by
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