Letras de Real Gold

This thing got a good motor in it
You hear that motor? Lift up that hood
You hear that motor? That′s a good motor

Real gold, the Giants win the Super Bowl
Real gold, the Giants win the Super Bowl

I'm makin calls, takin a pee on TV
All I see is back to back replicas of Biggie Smalls

Similar silhouettes with added graphic effects
I′m tired of amateur black television

I'd rather see a foreign dude rap or a Mexican
Anybody sound better then I'm sayin this because I′m the president
All that award backdrop is irrelevant
Ladies and gents with stench
I′m the guy girls like to pinch

Rippies for the skippies
We four step with the house shoes and flippies
From New York to Chicago, flared jeans is back
Sideburns with the afro
No finger snap dancers, everybody sippin Merlot
Latin Kings in VIP with Bacardi and Cuervo

Six bottles of Don Rossi for Hernando
Allen Iverson tell me I'm pro
Cologne women get wet when I wear that Ongaro
About 60 private jets tomorrow I need to borrow

25 Phantoms comin up the Grand Concourse
Everybody follow

Real gold, the Giants win the Super Bowl
(There′s nothing better)
Real gold, the Giants win the Super Bowl
(There's nothing better)
Real gold, the Giants win the Super Bowl
(There′s nothing better)
Real gold, the Giants win the Super Bowl

How many events will grow and pass on and go

Next year's flop, need to stop
Sprayin activator on Jheri curls

Mathematically be stuck in the beauty shop
Cornbread and greens, they show all the butt crack in a trendy spot
Your mother told me "Lord knows she′s a ugly woman"
But she say the record is hot
Everybody up in Harlem with Frank Lucas at Perkins spot
The Enterprise just walked in, ladies touch the mink on Mr. Spock
Sex appeal, get a picture with my brother Kevin Shock
Like pink hot dogs with a line around the block
Aqueduct racetrack, she's a horse ready to trot

Breakdancin too wild
We ain't Electric Slide, we ain′t doin the Robot
Crack them six champagne bottles, so what?
I don′t care if you floss them little crab legs on the side
It's the biggest cost

Stacey Adams suits with Sears ties
Who is he, a foreman or a boss?

Real gold, the Giants win the Super Bowl
(There′s nothing better)
Real gold, the Giants win the Super Bowl
(There's nothing better)
Real gold, the Giants win the Super Bowl
(There′s nothing better)
Real gold, the Giants win the Super Bowl

How many folks you need to get you inside?
I got you tonight, your credit card declined
Letters big on my chest like the Hollywood sign

I'm not a hater, she say Frank is fine
But Frank look like Frankenstein

The jams get better like wine, get better with time
Chicks unzip any dress they get designed
Lotion make ′em feel real
Some out for a ball player and a record deal
Can't cook or MC with no skill
Mad puffed up on the corner on the birth control pill

I'm up in here with Ellen DeGeneres
And Dr. Phil, at Stan′s Bar and Grill
With Mark and Gil, come in the front, circle around the park and chill
Make sure my drink don′t spill
I'm pleasin like Steven, Mike Patton
Tom Pippen on the court, they hear them sneakers squeakin

Leanin to the side with a cranberry juice in the Continental Lincoln

Got you thinkin, sign my name on your face like Ferguson Jenkins