Flebile ora entra la sua luce timida veste l'aria senza fiato e svanira lasciando tiepidi i cuscini e vuoti che non riempiro disteso sul mio letto ti
where angel asses erect us Hollwood directors, Melrose dressers Aston's around us Toss another rounder, but if I fail Will they catch me before the ground does? Who your real
you If I hold you just for today I'm not gonna wanna let go I'm not gonna wanna go home Tell me you feel the same 'Cause I'm 4 real, are you 4 real?
You are a getaway car A rush of blood to the head But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed You steer away in a rear view mirror You make my head
and diamond rings 'Cause real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real
Nothing can save me from the pain of you not loving me It doesn't help me to complain I just have to feel it until it goes away It's so useless and it
One, two, three, four Montreal is where I began to feel inside The gray sadness of winter You told me that this isn't it and I drove away Walking to
boat load of friends I'm gonna be on CMT someday But in my real world Things don't always turn out so good Like you wish they would, yeah In my real
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE a?? HAAAAW I'm a rockstar I'm a Cowboy Everybody loves this song I'm a rockstar I'm a Cowboy Everybody sing along I'm a
evil Hit you with the .44 Smith &Wesson You're best to run 'cause my Tec eats pests I got a glock with the laser, hot police taser Step in real close
Yeah, this is goin' out to all those muthafuckas That like to use the word 'gangster' Although I am the O.G. I'm representin' that hustlin' game To the
Yeah, ah, Ice-T back in that ass, return of the real Muthafuckas fakin' and frontin' like they don't know what time it is Niggas on the streets ain't
'96, ah shit, Ice-T, back representin', nigga, once again That real shit, nigga I thought you knew, bitch Better recognize Players, check your grip before
You better get a end while the money's there, boy Silly ass bitch, runnin' around with a gold chain All niggas gotta get some real estate Muthafucka,
life is only fake and true But it's all about the dollars when the day is through It's the return of the real Return of the real I go deep into the
Hey, yo, Ice This guy here say, he wants to get in, man You're sure home boy's ready? Yo, Ice, this nigga said he's ready, man Yo, kid you're sure you
The fast lane, half heart, half money Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny Raise the risk, raise the profit And can't nobody stop it Unless your
Ice-T, nigga, representin', strictly West side, nigga South Central in the muthafuckin' hiddouse Check the technique, nigga Representin' for my real niggas
