Murphy Lee, Zee (Zamani Ngidi) - Regular Guy lyrics

(Bloaww, ha haha bl-bl-bloaw! heyy)
Hello (Hello)
I'm Murphy Lee (I'm Zee Lee)
And I'mma muthasuckin L-U-N-A T-IC
(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

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-E-F that I'm considered a G
I be H-I off J's, K's and L's
Mmm, eNdO to those they can't tell

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'mma tell you what he's like
He's a regular guy

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 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 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

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'mma 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 profit's
(wow)
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 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

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'mma tell you what he's like
He's a regular guy