| Can I choose how I live?
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| Kind of car I should whip?
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| Kind of job I should get?
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| Yeah, man I call bullshit
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| Oh no, you regulators
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| We the new regulators (yeah)
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| Can I choose how I live?
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| Kind of car I should whip?
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| Kind of job I should get?
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| Yeah, man I call bullshit
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| All of you regulators
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| We the new regulators (oh no, no)
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| All your new shit sound the same
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| Guess, now we all do cocaine
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| Long hair, don’t care, guess I’m Cobain
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| Ain’t gonna be no fucking gain if there’s no pain
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| Okay, cut it open, grind it up
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| Spread it, pack it, roll it, load it up
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| I just need my potion in here
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| And then kill 'er well, kill 'er well, kill’er well
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| Uh, arigatou
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| Sunglasses look like I got me Yoko
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| Attitude look like I’m snatchin' your ho
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| Mentality far too advanced for that though
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| Oh, got my own thing you can visit
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| Used to be on Henny now we just Jamison it
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| Rockin' like a motherfucker, I ain’t got no limit
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| I’m a headbanger, boy, get wit it
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| Can I choose how I live?
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| Kind of car I should whip?
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| Kind of job I should get?
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| Yeah, man I call bullshit
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| All of you regulators
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| We the new regulators (oh no, no)
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| Codeine, codeine, yeah we need that
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| Double cup everywhere that we be at
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| Ain’t tryin' to feel nothin' but these raps
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| Y’all sleep, can’t breathe, get a C-PAP
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| Pssh, that’s that shit
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| Whatever you want bruh, pass that shit
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| They playin' my song bruh, slap that shit
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| I look like I’m all a fact of fiction
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| Diction too good when I ain’t lit
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| So I stay lit but can’t say the same shit
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| E’ryone else sayin' the game, spit flame in the ear
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| She at home playin' wit her clit
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| Y’all made the blueprint too basic
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| Then regulated the way we can make it
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| Bay Boys been busy setting fire to fake shit
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| Up in the crucible, meltin' this heavy metal
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| Been bettin' against this forever
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| Bitchin' it’s time to settle
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| Can I choose how I live?
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| Kind of car I should whip?
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| Kind of job I should get?
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| Yeah, man I call bullshit
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| All of you regulators
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| We the new regulators (oh no, no)
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| First verse was just to get the basics acclimated
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| On my level I’m a complicated fellow
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| Fuck with the suckers who playin' dress up and turn 'em yellow
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| Son and you puppets are bigger burdens within the ghetto
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| I rocked and I roll
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| I black music well
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| I rap for the soul
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| That’s the funk you smell
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| Berkeley boy born 'n bred I’m a damn hippy
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| Augmentine grown and mean in the crack city
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| Hella dreams 'bout the cream dollars
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| Yao Ming yelling loud things making crowds scream it out with me
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| Don’t fit in no box I am much greater
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| If all the boys need a box I’m a box maker
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| But Rafa self indulgence finds itself repulsive
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| You’re too well read enough to not showcase intelligence
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| Do not perpetuate the premise of poverty stricken novelty by letting some exec
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| define your relevance, boy
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| Can I choose how I live? |
| (Can I choose how I live, live, live?)
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| Kind of car I should whip? |
| (Kind of car I should whip, whip, whip?)
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| Kind of job I should get? |
| (Kind of job I should get, get, get?)
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| Yeah, man I call bullshit
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| All of you regulators
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| We the new regulators (Hey, hey, hey)
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| Get it on my own
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| Soldiers
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| When I’m in my zone
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| 'Til I’m on my throne
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| To all of you regulators
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| We the new regulators (Oh no, no, no) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Regulators , by - Daveed Diggs. Song from the album Blindspotting: The Miles EP, in the genre Саундтреки