Regular Nigga (feat. Rapper Big Pooh) - Ab-Soul

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 now