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Murphy Lee - Regular Guy lyrics
"Regular Guy" (feat. Zee) [Intro: Murphy Lee & (Zee)] (Bloaww, ha haha Bl-bl-bloaw! heyyyy) Hello (Hello) I'm Murphy Lee (I'm Zee Lee) And I'ma muthasuckin L-U-N-A-T-I-C (Say what?) Yo, and I'm herrrre (Cause I'm herre) Yo, cuz I'm herrrre (Cause I'm herre) Yo, yo, I'm bout to tell you what I like [Verse 1: Murphy Lee)] I wit 5 individuals, they say we not original We all started Underground like Digital Now the hatas 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 You call a tip, girl we 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 Airr 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 Cuz 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 [Hook: Zee & (Murphy Lee)] He's a regular guy (I'm can't derrty) He can't deny (I can't deny neither) You know he drives a yellow wagon when's he's passin' by (You see me rollin' in that thang?) His pants is always saggin' (ah say wha?) Got money but he's never braggin' (ah say wha?) Cause he's not that type (bloaw!) Party people I'ma tell you what he's like He's a regular guy [Verse 2: Murphy Lee & (Zee)] You see I'm young wit information I don't Play like Station Cuz it took education, dedication and patience To get a record deal, fo reel this aint 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 aint 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 ayyo and baby go to the bank And I think y'all open up like mail And if y'all can't tell, Skool Boy normal as hell So don't let the tv's confuse you Cuz if you didn't knew, now you knew [Hook: Zee & (Murphy Lee)] He's a regular guy (I'm can't derrty) He can't deny (I can't deny neither) You know he drives a yellow wagon when's he's passin' by (You see me rollin' in that thang?) His pants is always saggin' (ah say wha?) Got money but he's never braggin' (ah say wha?) Cause he's not that type (bloaw!) Party people I'ma tell you what he's like He's a regular guy [Verse 3: Murphy Lee] Yo I'm just, like, you I aint different from those that think I'm different Still enjoy fat checks overtime, I'm just like you I aint 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 (wow!) You right, I aint ya average lil' dude We had the number one song when I was still in school Shoot, I can say it dude 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 [Hook: Zee & (Murphy Lee)] He's a regular guy (I'm can't derrty) He can't deny (I can't deny neither) You know he drives a yellow wagon when's he's passin' by (You see me rollin' in that thang?) His pants is always saggin' (ah say wha?) Got money but he's never braggin' (ah say wha?) Cause he's not that type (bloaw!) Party people I'ma tell you what he's like He's a regular guy |
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