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the studio that's regular
Cooking up beats that's regular
TokiD-TokAnt, on the track, that's regular
Mix and Mas by dUSA, the Producer, that's regular
Being

can't claim
I'm just a regular dude
You probably wouldn't know my name
I'm just a regular dude

The only fame that I got is when I was in high school
Had

Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship
We be really in the mix
Big ass stones

In my city they don't wanna show me love
Young nigga only one coming up
Burnt down playing up in the club
I did it myself aint no one put me on
Biir

I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)

Yeah, she think I'm a regular rapper, I'm not
One person come tell me we fuckin', you blocked

and she said, "Yes, Kevin"
What I told you 'bout that get it right and she said, "Yes, daddy"
Rumors in the city, I ain't worried 'bout none of them
Mix

Still smoking dope on the regular bitch
Hurricane come over with them xanny bars quick
Crush em up crush em up
Mix em all up in the blunt
I'm

I do this here on the regular
Grindin' takin' over new cities
Cook boy with my lieutenants
Ta'lim service every Wednesday
I do this here

I'll Roll You Up

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Seminar

1989

[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Tightly knit, my script is legit
I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit
Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold
I did "Posse

She wanna be all in the mix Make her woo like rick 
Most of these niggas some leeches 
I been to hell and I preached
I’m comfortable in the streets 
My

The Ghetto

Lil' Flip

U Gotta Feel Me

2004

[Chorus]
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in

Versace, Versace its killers
Real niggas that's all in my posse
(shooters)
I'm getting so rich that they making
Up rumors that I'm illuminati (rich)

We Do This

Too Short

Cocktails

1995

shit on a regular basis
Got bitches everywhere in all kind of places
I can pull out my little black phone book
Flip every last page take a long look

Comin' Up

Pimp C

Greatest Hits

2008

and the new mansion home
In Houston cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggas they record sound shitty
When I see you in the town I'm a hit you up

waiting on that silver lining
But 'til then, imma continue rhyming
Used to search for my purpose, I think I found it
This that rolling around the city seats

city (yeah)
I'm fuckin' his bitch and talkin' about it in my raps, he gon' kill me
I'm a walkin' check, got six-fixty on each leg, ya dig? (Yeah)

Uh yea uh 
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me

Comin' Up

Pimp C

Southern Smoke, Vol. 17: The Texas Mixtape Massacre

2006

and the new mansion home
In Houston cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggas they record sound shitty
When I see you in the town I'm a hit you up

Music, Syrup Screwin, Cadilac on 22's 
Choppin blades in a 84, Killeen Texas that's my influence
La Familia's Own, I'm the Underdawg of the Merk-City

on the nightstand
Yeah this shit what I do to get by man
I'm on Ableton to make this shit
Send a shit mix but I got the bandages
I'm on my green like I hit

them
Yeah

I'm deep in the mix
I'm moving like this and I'm moving like that huh
I'm flicking my wrist and I whip like this and I whip it like that I'm

need my money pronto, by tonight I'ma send you bozos
Livin in a dojo, Iron fist mojo
Dumb hoe, watch me get bags like pablo
Took her shirt off,

back from Cali with white bitch up on the pallet
I'm in my city drop topping, and got my trunk knocking
I made a profit from nothing, my bitch's pussy

forms
But I'm 1099
Cause all of my shit strictly grind
And man I'm out the city where second chances get taken by death
And you either cuttin the check