you, do you feel real, real? Real, real, real, do you feel real? And if so, I'd like to know How to feel real, real, do you feel real? And if so, I'
disappoint me These whole truths fall on deaf ears So I know you won't disappoint me The real world it comes to get you There is no way it will forget you The real
Traduction: Jesus Jones. Le monde réel.
Traduction: Jesus Jones. Réel, réel, réel.
pen but no time to connect, all the dots Therefore I do what I can do and then get down on my knees Cause I can't make it by my lonely, Jesus help a nigga
never . . . Howard: Pleased to meet you . . . Ian: Hi Howie Mark: We've never met a pop star from Hollywood . . . tell me something: have you ever met Davy Jones
Or ride later do me ooh wee now back to rap 2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to back Leavin Jersey City naw nigga Hackensack Where's that somewhere where the crackers at Real
Jesus [DREAMETTES:] Help me, Jesus! [JAMES EARLY:] Help me, help me Jesus [DREAMETTES:] Help me, Jesus! [JAMES EARLY:] Help me, help me Jesus [DREAMETTES:] Help me, Jesus
Jones Job is done, raising ghetto kids in the hood You was my strength to carry on and now I'm good Job well done, you lived threw you sons and your grandchildren Jesus
Now Walk It Out Like A Usher If You Say Real Talk I Probably Wont Trust Ya If You Wanna Go To War, The Gunz My Pleasure Even Jesus Had 12 Disiples
ya jaws up I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up (So high) You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then
but no time to connect, all the dots Therefore I do what I can do and then get down on my knees Cause I can't make it by my lonely, Jesus help a nigga
That's why they don't be buying people music See, we keeps it real, and we always gon' keep it real You can't knock what's real, youknowhatimsaying?
we buckle Beef? we chuckle Scuffle over a game of pinochle Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double Unless you want trouble Oh, you realer now
' I don't just look real, this crook deals coke Only thing whiter, dog, is Brook Shields Harlem, holla back, how the hood feel? Platinum, I'm that real
the fast cars, the hot girls, the night life the blue yankee to the back, the white knights sipping tequila with divas I can't stand, I'm too drunk, Jesus
chick, they have Chingy and Smallworld and Steph Jones Celebrity chicks, Celebrity chicks We don't die we multiply, Strength in Numbers baby we just gettin started. Luda, Chingy, Steph Jones
