*featuring Zee
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[Intro: Murphy Lee & (Zee)]
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(Bloaww, ha haha
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Bl-bl-bloaw! heyyyy)
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Hello
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(Hello)
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I'm Murphy Lee
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(I'm Zee Lee)
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And I'ma muthasuckin L-U-N-A-T-I-C
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(Say what?)
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Yo, and I'm herrrre
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(Cause I'm herre)
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Yo, cuz I'm herrrre
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(Cause I'm herre)
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Yo, yo, I'm bout to tell you what I like
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[Verse 1: Murphy Lee)]
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I wit 5 individuals, they say we not original
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We all started Underground like Digital
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Now the hatas lookin' pitiful, we humble and un-spittable
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But lyrical we still sh-sh-shit on you
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I got a number two, Nelly got her number too
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You call a tip, girl we call it a switch-a-roo
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We be at Amoco, d's on that Cantaloupe
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Wit my folk's pocket full of bread and toast
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In my Timb's and coat, do it big in the winter time
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Prolly full of Airr Force Ones up outta Finish Line
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And I call myself normal, casual or formal
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I still be blank like a carnival
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But y'all won't let me be, or see
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Cuz I'm so D,F that I'm considered a G
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I be H-I off J's, K's and L's
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Um, M, N, to the O's they can't tell
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[Hook: Zee & (Murphy Lee)]
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He's a regular guy (I'm can't derrty)
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He can't deny (I can't deny neither)
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You know he drives a yellow wagon when's he's passin' by
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(You see me rollin' in that thang?)
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His pants is always saggin' (ah say wha?)
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Got money but he's never braggin' (ah say wha?)
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Cause he's not that type (bloaw!)
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Party people I'ma tell you what he's like
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He's a regular guy
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[Verse 2: Murphy Lee & (Zee)]
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You see I'm young wit information
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I don't Play like Station
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Cuz it took education, dedication and patience
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To get a record deal, fo reel this aint no fluke
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To you, we like a fat dude playin' a flute
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Like my granny do in the troop instead of the James Brown
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(Look at all these boys reppin' the same town
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Come from the same moms and owe dues
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Aunties and uncles, man they went to the same school)
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(Yeah..) St. Louis aint that big
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Ayyo we stay on the hill and steal a 30 ball to get to the crib
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And I can do it on a quarter tank, a quarter of dank
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It's ya home wake up ayyo and baby go to the bank
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And I think y'all open up like mail
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And if y'all can't tell, Skool Boy normal as hell
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So don't let the tv's confuse you
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Cuz if you didn't knew, now you knew
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[Hook: Zee & (Murphy Lee)]
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He's a regular guy (I'm can't derrty)
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He can't deny (I can't deny neither)
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You know he drives a yellow wagon when's he's passin' by
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(You see me rollin' in that thang?)
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His pants is always saggin' (ah say wha?)
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Got money but he's never braggin' (ah say wha?)
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Cause he's not that type (bloaw!)
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Party people I'ma tell you what he's like
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He's a regular guy
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[Verse 3: Murphy Lee]
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Yo I'm just, like, you
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I aint different from those that think I'm different
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Still enjoy fat checks overtime, I'm just like you
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I aint changin' for nobody, mixin' up your talent wit yo hobby
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End up wit no jobby, I guess you got personal problems
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The bigger you are they start openin' up ya personal closet
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A Ram 150, man still couldn't dodge it, dislodge it
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Take advantage derrty, live off ya profits (wow!)
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You right, I aint ya average lil' dude
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We had the number one song when I was still in school
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Shoot, I can say it dude I'm glad that we made it mo
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no neva bein in class, song pop up on the radio
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And it's a beautiful thang
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To turn street money to legal money, and beautiful change
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Yo I gotta use my beautiful brain
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And understand when I'm sprinklin' man in my rain
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[Hook: Zee & (Murphy Lee)]
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He's a regular guy (I'm can't derrty)
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He can't deny (I can't deny neither)
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You know he drives a yellow wagon when's he's passin' by
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(You see me rollin' in that thang?)
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His pants is always saggin' (ah say wha?)
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Got money but he's never braggin' (ah say wha?)
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Cause he's not that type (bloaw!)
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Party people I'ma tell you what he's like
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He's a regular guy
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Regular Guy
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Murphy Lee |