Murphy Lee - Regular GuyLyrics

Hello, hello I'm Murphy Lee and I'm Zee Lee, yo And I'ma muthasuckin' L you N A T I see, say what? Yo and I'm here, 'cause I'm here Yo, plus I'm here, cause I'm here Yo, yo, I'm 'bout to tell you what I like I'm with five individuals, they say we not original We all started underground like Digital Now the haters lookin' pitiful, we humble and un-spittable But lyrical, we still sh-sh-shit on you I got a number two, Nelly got her number too We call a tip, girl, you prolly call it a switch-a-roo We be at Amoco, D's on that cantaloupe Wit my folk's pocket full of bread and toast In my Timb's and coat, do it big in the winter time Prolly full of Air Force Ones up outta Finish Line And I call myself normal, casual or formal I still be blank like a carnival But y'all won't let me be or see 'cause I'm so D F that I'm considered a G I be H I off J's, K's and L's Um, M, N, to the O's, they can't tell He's a regular guy (I can't lie, girl) I can't deny (I can't deny neither) You know he drives a yellow wagon when he's passin' by (Yo, you see me rollin' in that thang?) His pants is always saggin' (Ah, say wha?) Got money but never braggin' (Ah, say wha?) 'Cause he's not that type Party people I'ma tell you what he's like, he's a regular guy You see I'm young with information, I don't play like Station 'cause it took education, dedication and patience To get a record deal, fo' real, this ain't no fluke To you, we like a fat dude playin' a flute Like my granny do in the troop instead of the James Brown Look at all these boys reppin' the same town Come from the same moms and owe dues Aunties and uncles, man, they went to the same school, yeah St. Louis ain't that big Ayyo, we stay on the hill and steal a 30 ball to get to the crib And I can do it on a quarter tank, a quarter of dank It's ya home, wake up and maybe go to the bank And I think you people need to open up like mail If you can't tell Skool Boy, normal as hell So don't let the TVs confuse you 'cause if you didn't knew, now you knew He's a regular guy (Ya, I can't lie, girl) I can't deny (I can't deny neither) You know he drives a yellow wagon when he's passin' by (Yo, you see me rollin' in that thang?) His pants is always saggin' (Ah, say wha?) Got money but never braggin' (Ah, say wha?) 'Cause he's not that type Party people I'ma tell you what he's like, he's a regular guy (Yo, I'm just like you) I ain't different from those that think I'm different Still enjoy fat checks overtime, I'm just like you I ain't changin' for nobody, mixin' up your talent wit yo hobby End up wit no jobby I guess you got personal problems The bigger you are, they start openin' up ya personal closet A Ram 150, man, still couldn't dodge it, dislodge it Take advantage derrty, live off ya profits You right, I ain't ya average lil' dude We had the number one song when I was still in school Shoot, I can say it though, I'm glad that we made it mo No neva bein' in class, song pop up on the radio And it's a beautiful thang To turn street money to legal money and beautiful change Yo, I gotta use my beautiful brain And understand when I'm sprinklin', man, in my rain He's a regular guy (I can't lie, girl) I can't deny (Yo, I can't deny neither) You know he drives a yellow wagon when he's passin' by (Yo, you see me rollin' in that thang?) His pants is always saggin' (Ah, say wha?) Got money but never braggin' (Ah, say wha?) 'Cause he's not that type Party people I'ma tell you what he's like, he's a regular guy, oh