Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Regular Cat, artist - Memphis Bleek. Album song Coming Of Age, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Regular Cat |
Yo, I grew up like a regular cat |
Some nigga hit me with consignment |
Shit, yo I’ll settle with that |
Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that |
So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that |
Yo, I grew up like a regular cat |
Some nigga hit me with consignment |
Shit, yo I’ll settle with that |
Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that |
So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that |
My guns, my credentials, I’m geased up |
Hate a nigga that don’t know me and swear that Bleek front |
'Cause I’m a little nigga, so what, I did my thang |
Now I came up, fuck a nigga gon' tell me? |
Before this Bleek shit, a nigga couldn’t eat and shit |
I sold drugs, fascinated by this sneaker shit |
On hot days, I found ways to clock pay |
Had yellow tops now my tops is gray |
'Cause one these lame niggas got the color of mine |
But one problem, niggas work ain’t as butter as mine |
And you got to believe |
Yo I’m dope in its rawest form, poppy seed |
And you got to be weed, I got a ounce of D and no clientele |
But when the sun goes down I hit the strips for sales |
Clock mail, half of my dogs ain’t Rottweil |
We 'bout to work wholesale, and flip the price to retail |
What |
Yo, I grew up like a regular cat |
Some nigga hit me with consignment |
Shit, yo I’ll settle with that |
Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that |
So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that |
Yo, I grew up like a regular cat |
Some nigga hit me with consignment |
Shit, yo I’ll settle with that |
Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that |
So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that |
I got the hood in me, so I guess I’m no good, nigga |
I stay strapped 'cause I know a nigga could, nigga |
I chop grams in the crib with my man |
We blew L’s and politicked on how to expand |
We supplied the vein |
Promised to go out in a blaze |
Before them pigs lock the game |
We gotta maintain in this world of cold blood |
It’s no love, niggas will back out heat and let you hold slugs |
We took re-up money |
Rollin dice, and I never thought a game of cee-lo |
Could take my man life, over 3 cent, my son was a little bit |
A nigga flash heat, he flipped and seen the end of it |
A cool cat, and nobody seemed to like him |
That was my dog so nobody had to like him |
I closed the vein down, I couldn’t hustle no more |
But still I hold heat ready to ride to war |
'Cause I could die by this game |
Spit in the mic and my life ain’t no different |
Just a regular cat |
Yo, I grew up like a regular cat |
Some nigga hit me with consignment |
Shit, yo I’ll settle with that |
Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that |
So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that |
Yo, I grew up like a regular cat |
Some nigga hit me with consignment |
Shit, yo I’ll settle with that |
Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that |
So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that |
Yo, yo |
Why niggas throw ice grills and I see you tight grill |
But I know if I squeeze, you faggots gon' squeal |
I laugh at y’all, flash cash at y’all |
In the tinted whatever, ride right past y’all |
Me and my co-d, and we all know Bleek |
Tight, the whole heat, you niggas don’t know me |
Where the fuck niggas know me from? |
(Marcy, son) |
You niggas frontin' you ain’t have heart to come |
Besides you niggas mad 'cause yo' bitch ride shotty |
Round town, Malibu mixed with Bacardi |
She relaxed in the drop, Fendi shades matchin' the watch |
X and O sets, the bitch kinda prop |
But her man think he untouchable |
Put his ass where he ain’t comfortable, lay him up for a few |
He’ll realize, Bleek ain’t the one to fuck with |
Provoke me to spit, consider it dealt with |
I’m not the type to hit shots and miss you |
The type to play you close to kiss you |
Nigga describe the pistol, you hit with |
When they fillin yo body with liquid |
Now I’m on the low 'cause you told 'em it was Memphis |
Who blazed you up, yeah, layed you up |
Your mouth got you like that, and that’s plain as fuck |
I’m a regular cat, what… |
Yo, I grew up like a regular cat |
Some nigga hit me with consignment |
Shit, yo I’ll settle with that |
Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that |
So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that |
Yo, I grew up like a regular cat |
Some nigga hit me with consignment |
Shit, yo I’ll settle with that |
Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that |
So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that |
Yo, I grew up like a regular cat |
Some nigga hit me with consignment |
Shit, yo I’ll settle with that |
Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that |
So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that |
Yo, I grew up like a regular cat |
Some nigga hit me with consignment |
Shit, yo I’ll settle with that |
Went to my block, got it off and copped metal with that |
So if a nigga ever frontin', I’ma wet him with that |
Regular cat, wet him with that |
I’m just a regular cat |
Yo I’ll settle with that |
And I’ma wet him with that, yeah |