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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

hot on the regular
Yeah I keep a nine by my side on the regular
Niggas want smoke yeah take a puff yeah
Niggas want my spot yeah fuck you thought yeah

I'm about to level up
Got plays up in my cellular
Momma said she always knew that I was nothing regular
I'm feeling like my mental's fucked
That's

help
Give me no shows in my city oh well
Top ten on the charts
I was up in a cell
My momma too worried she calling my cell
Phone, momma I'm well grown

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

stepping bout the gang
And you know I'm standing on my name
That stick it stand by me, everywhere I go me and my flame
I'm starting to feel like ah dragon I

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'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

I move nice, like a thief in the night
I was laid up wit bricks, had to stay up for nights
Momma called said boy you not living right
If they play wit

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

on my John Wick
Damn baby, yo eyes fried, I be high as shit
Mixin' up the lemon lime, fresh up out the mix
I am not a regular guy, catch me at the ritz

the gliss on my claws
Stay out the mix less it's business of course
I think it's funny how people just come around
When you getting all that glitters like

popping outside for a regular evening
Mop on the side and it do all the cleaning
These niggas regular regular
I go all out spectacular
Seek bloody revenge

cash I won't pull up

God by my side I know grace is forever
Word to my momma she carried the future
When I was down you weren't fucking with me
Now how

life
I made the right decisions
Now I see lotta millions
Getting blown by my niggas
Murking beats, running the streets
Sleep, wake up, repeat
2013 Tunnel

the wrist
Honestly want to ice that bitch
You'd look better with some real diamonds, on my momma
I want the Trackhawk, not no regular jeep
Ksubi's on me, not

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

a quarter brick, plenty nights I been going through it and nobody ever notice it, we put up a fight, I need blood all on my face by end of the night, lil

Freak Momma

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Dining Hall Classics

1993

Yep, yep, yep, beat it by the king pimp
Call mix if you wanna peep game simp
Freak daddy if you wanna get nasty, call freak momma fast g, fast g, fast g

8 Mile

Eminem

8 Mile

2002

And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry, momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone
Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm making my own
Only way that I

(yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain't a regular degular nigga
I started working, my skrilla got bigger
I know some niggas that's pulling that

taste
Riding hard through the AZ
Jamming that first 48
And it's at this video shoot
That fuck with my nigga Trae
And that nigga Future Freebands
Shout out

gave birth to the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
Hazy turn from self-reflective

When gyal horny dem affi call mi
Mix di English with di yardie 
When gyal horny dem affi call mi

Verse

Pretty English gyal she love my accent 
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