Lyrics Murphy Lee – Regular Guy

Intro: Murphy Lee & (Zee)
(Bloaww, ha haha
Bl-bl-bloaw! heyyyy)
Hello

Verse 1: Murphy Lee)
I wit 5 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
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
Probably 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

Hook: Zee & (Murphy Lee)
He’s a regular guy (I can’t lie dirty)
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 what?)
Got money but he’s never braggin’ (ah say what?)
Cause he’s not that type (bloaw!)
Party people I’m gonna 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
Cause it took education, dedication and patience
To get a record deal, for 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 grew up in the same town
Come from the same moms and owe dues
Aunties and uncles, man they grew up in 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 TVs confuse you
Cause if you didn’t knew, now you knew

Hook Zee & (Murphy Lee)

Verse 3: Murphy Lee
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 dirty, live off ya profits (wow!)
You right, I ain’t ya average little’ 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 never being in class, song pop up on the radio
And it’s a beautiful thang
To turn street money to legal money, a beautiful change
Yo I gotta use my beautiful brain
And understand when I’m sprinklin’ man in my rain

Hook Zee & (Murphy Lee)