Regular n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Ab-Soul]
I'm just a regular n*gga doing regular sh*t
Doin' what I do, just doin' what I do, just doin' what I do
Just a regular n*gga doing regular sh*t
Yeah doin' what I do, just doin' what I do, just doin' what I do

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
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 LA, n*ggas 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 was a hustler making my rounds all day though
I keep the cool like a fridge in an igloo
Not too flashy and I ain't too ashy to class he, but that's me
Y'all n*ggas having menages, I was happy to score in the backseat
I had to get a job, y'all was pushing the packs
Y'all was on Melrose, we was on Am block
Y'all was shooting, we was going twenty-one no headshots
Enjoying it, you new rap n*ggas is spoiling it

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
I'm just a regular n*gga doing regular sh*t
I drive a regular car, got my regular b*tch
Still dressing the part in my regular fit
Like being regular is some irregular sh*t
You n*ggas is living the dream
You n*ggas is getting the cream
Ab in the back, passin' a black
Which one of y'all don't know 'bout that?
I'm on my regular sh*t
[Verse 2: 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 n*gga, 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 benz's pulling up
No b*tches in the back of the 'Bach trynna f*ck
I just stack up my chips
Young black man traveling on the road to get rich
Then get wealthy, y'all don't smell me
Regular n*gga now, ain't sh*t you can tell me

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
I'm just a regular n*gga doing regular sh*t
I drive a regular car, got my regular b*tch
Still dressing the part in my regular fit
Like being regular is some irregular sh*t
You n*ggas is living the dream
You n*ggas is getting the cream
Ab in the back, passin' a black
Which one of y'all don't know 'bout that?
I'm on my regular sh*t
[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Okay, back to reality
You playboys makin' rap a fantasy
Hugh Hef could run hip-hop
How many of his hoes have y'all use his props?
In videos and whatnot, shows, entourage
How much your whole ensemble cost?
Look I'm sayin', there's nothing wrong with flossin'
But there's so much more important
Than what you sport in, how many mills you got
Or how many houses on the hill you got
They didn't love me when I was lucky enough to get new kicks
But now they all on some new sh*t, on who's di*k?
Bargain shoppin', a walk-in closet
Until my money sky high like the mutant school
I like to give you what you're not immune to
You all look the same, I can't tell who's who

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
I'm just a regular n*gga doing regular sh*t
I drive a regular car, got my regular b*tch
Still dressing the part in my regular fit
Like being regular is some irregular sh*t
You n*ggas is living the dream
You n*ggas is getting the cream
Ab in the back, passin' a black
Which one of y'all don't know 'bout that?
I'm on my regular sh*t
[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
Just doin' what I do, just doin' what I do, just doin' what I do
Yeah, doin' what I do, just doin' what I do, just doin' what I do

[Outro]
What else could you do? What else could Ab-Soul do?
Could Ab-Soul do the 9 to 5? Could you be a construction worker?
Or is it just, is it not gonna happen, like it's gotta be music
I mean, it's really all I got man
There's not too much else I wanna do
I'm not gonna say too much I can do
But it's not much else that I wanna do really, know what I mean?
This is really my passion, but I'm just gonna ride it out
Know what I mean? Whether I'm making minimum wage with it or whatever
Know what I'm sayin'? sh*t, I'm broke, I still got a job right now