| I’m just a regular nigga doing regular shit
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| Doin' what I do, just doin' what I do, just doin' what I do
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| Just a regular nigga doing regular shit
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| Yeah doin' what I do, just doin' what I do, just doin' what I do
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| Only thing I ever seen with a purple label
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| Was a grape swisha, fill it with the purple kush
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| Pro fives all day, what you know 'bout that?
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| I know all my LA, niggas know 'bout that
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| I had the '87 with no system
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| Portable CD player adapter and it sound ok
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| Yeah it’s a bucket, but I still make it around ok
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| I was a hustler making my rounds all day though
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| I keep the cool like a fridge in an igloo
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| Not too flashy and I ain’t too ashy to class he, but that’s me
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| Y’all niggas having menages, I was happy to score in the backseat
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| I had to get a job, y’all was pushing the packs
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| Y’all was on Melrose, we was on Am block
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| Y’all was shooting, we was going twenty-one no headshots
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| Enjoying it, you new rap niggas is spoiling it
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| I’m just a regular nigga doing regular shit
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| I drive a regular car, got my regular bitch
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| Still dressing the part in my regular fit
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| Like being regular is some irregular shit
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| You niggas is living the dream
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| You niggas is getting the cream
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| Ab in the back, passin' a black
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| Which one of y’all don’t know 'bout that?
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| I’m on my regular shit
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| White shirt, black chucks
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| Some new tattoos, am I cool or what?
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| A few karats in the ear
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| And I make music that you need to hear
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| Cups up, let’s toast to the year
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| Young old nigga, I ain’t just appear
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| To the public, my picture’s unclear
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| Around my neck, I don’t sport chandeliers
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| And I don’t travel in the Lear
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| Business or coach class, West coast I’m here
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| It’s no benz’s pulling up
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| No bitches in the back of the 'Bach trynna fuck
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| I just stack up my chips
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| Young black man traveling on the road to get rich
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| Then get wealthy, y’all don’t smell me
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| Regular nigga now, ain’t shit you can tell me
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| Okay, back to reality
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| You playboys makin' rap a fantasy
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| Hugh Hef could run hip-hop
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| How many of his hoes have y’all use his props?
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| In videos and whatnot, shows, entourage
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| How much your whole ensemble cost?
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| Look I’m sayin', there’s nothing wrong with flossin'
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| But there’s so much more important
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| Than what you sport in, how many mills you got
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| Or how many houses on the hill you got
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| They didn’t love me when I was lucky enough to get new kicks
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| But now they all on some new shit, on who’s dick?
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| Bargain shoppin', a walk-in closet
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| Until my money sky high like the mutant school
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| I like to give you what you’re not immune to
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| You all look the same, I can’t tell who’s who
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| Just doin' what I do, just doin' what I do, just doin' what I do
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| Yeah, doin' what I do, just doin' what I do, just doin' what I do
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| What else could you do? |
| What else could Ab-Soul do?
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| Could Ab-Soul do the 9 to 5? |
| Could you be a construction worker?
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| Or is it just, is it not gonna happen, like it’s gotta be music
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| I mean, it’s really all I got man
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| There’s not too much else I wanna do
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| I’m not gonna say too much I can do
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| But it’s not much else that I wanna do really, know what I mean?
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| This is really my passion, but I’m just gonna ride it out
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| Know what I mean? |
| Whether I’m making minimum wage with it or whatever
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| Know what I’m sayin'? |
| Shit, I’m broke, I still got a job right now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Regular Nigga (feat. Rapper Big Pooh) , by - Ab-Soul. Song from the album Long Term 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп