Regular Nigga

Big Pooh

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    [Ab-Soul:]
    Just a regular nigga doing regular shit
    Just a regular nigga doing regular shit
    Uh, yeah, give y'all niggas a reality check

    Look, only thing I ever seen with a purple label
    Was a grape swisha, fill it with the purple kush
    Pro fives all day, what you know bout that?
    I know all my L.A. niggas know bout that
    I had the '87 with no system
    Portable CD player adapter and it sound ok
    Yeah it's a bucket but I still make it around ok
    I wasn't a hustler making my rounds all day though
    Aiyyo, I keep it cool like a fridge in an igloo
    Not too flashy, and I ain't too hashy to class he
    But that's me, y'all niggas having menages
    I was happy to score in the backseat
    I had to get a job, y'all was pushing them packs
    Y'all was on Melrose, I was on any block
    Y'all was shooting, we was going twenty-one no headshots
    Enjoying it, new rap niggas is spoiling it

    [Chorus: Ab-Soul]
    Just a regular nigga doing regular shit
    Drive a regular car, got my regular bitch
    Still dressing the part in my regular fit
    Like being regular, it's some irregular shit, uh
    You niggas is living the dream, huh
    You niggas is getting the cream, huh
    Hat to the back, a passionate black
    Which one of y'all don't know bout that? On my regular shit

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    [Rapper Big Pooh:]
    White shirt, black chucks
    Some new tattoos, am I cool or what?
    A few karats in the ear
    And I make music that you need to hear
    Cups up, let's toast to the year
    Young old nigga, I ain't just appear
    To the public, my picture's unclear
    Around my neck, I don't sport chandeliers
    And I don't travel in the Lear
    Business or coach class, West coast I'm here
    It's no business pulling up
    No bitches in the back of the back tryna fuck
    I just stack up my chips
    Young black man travelling on the road to get rich
    Then get wealthy, y'all don't smell me
    Regular nigga now, ain't shit you can tell me

    [Chorus: Ab-Soul]

    [Ab-Soul:]
    Draping the culture in glamour and glitz
    You can't miss 'em like Pamela tits
    Get 'em around a few cameras, they character switch
    The wind change, you buy it like it's on sale or some shit
    Keep it real wherever I go
    You never know when to expect spectators so keep it true
    I give it to you on a regular basis
    Just to make being regular a hell of a statement

    [Chorus: Ab-Soul]

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