I'm just a regular nigga doing regular shit Doin' what I do, just doin' what I do, just doin' what I do Just a regular nigga doing regular shit Yeah doin' what I do, just doin' what I do, just doin' what I do
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, 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 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 niggas 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 niggas is spoiling it
I'm just a regular nigga doing regular shit I drive a regular car, got my regular bitch Still dressing the part in my regular fit Like being regular is some irregular shit You niggas is living the dream You niggas 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 shit
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 benz's pulling up No bitches in the back of the 'Bach trynna fuck 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 nigga now, ain't shit you can tell me
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 shit, on who's dick? 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
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
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'? Shit, I'm broke, I still got a job right nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
