Regular Guy Lyrics - Singles - Murphy Lee

Hello, hello 

I'm Murphy Lee and I'm Zee Lee, yo 

And I'ma muthasuckin' L U N A T I C, 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 

'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 

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 

'Cuz 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 

'Cuz 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 aint 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