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Regular Cat Lyrics

from Coming of Age

"Regular Cat" is track #4 on the album Coming of Age. It was written by Ralph Macdonald, William Salter, William Eaton, Cox, Stoute.
"Regular Cat" is track #4 on the album Coming of Age. It was written by Ralph Macdonald, William Salter, William Eaton, Cox, Stoute.

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Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing shit
Yo I'll settle wit dat went to my block
Got it off and coped metal wit dat
So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet I'm wit that

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing shit
Yo I'll settle wit dat went to my block
Got it off and coped metal wit dat
So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet I'm wit that

My guns, my credentials, I'm geased up
Hate a nigga that don't know me and swear
That Bleek front 'cause I'm a little nigga, so what
I did my thang now I came up, fuck a nigga gone tell me?
Before this Bleek shit, a nigga couldn't eat and shit
I sold drugs, fascinated by this sneaker shit on hot days
I found ways to clock pay had yellow tops now my topz is gray

'Cause one these lame niggaz got the color of mine
But one problem, niggaz work ain't as butter as mine
And you got to believe, yo I'm dope in the drawers form, poppy seed
And you got to be weed, I got a ounce of D and no clientele
But when the sun goes down I hit the strips for sales
Clock mel, half of my dogz ain't rottweil, we 'bout to
Work wholesale, and flip the price the retail, wha

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing shit
Yo I'll settle wit dat went to my block
Got it off and coped metal wit dat
So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet I'm wit that

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing shit
Yo I'll settle wit dat went to my block
Got it off and coped metal wit dat
So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet I'm wit that

I got the hood in me, so I guess I'm no good, nigga
I stay strapped 'cause I know a nigga could, nigga
I chop grams in the crib wit my man, we blew L's
And politicked on how to expand we supplied the Vein
Promised to go out in a blaze before them pigz lock
The game we gotta maintain in this world of cold blood
It's no love, niggaz will back out heat and let you hold slugz
We took re-up money rollin' dice, and I never thought

A game of Cee-Lo could take my man life, over 3 cdnt
My son was a little bit a nigga flash heat, he flipped
And seen the end of it a cool cat, and nobody seemed
To like him dat was my dog so nobody had to like him
I closed the vein down, I couldn't hustle no mo, but still
I hold heat ready to ride to war 'cause I could die by
This game spit in the Mic and my life ain't no different
Just a Regular Cat

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing shit
Yo I'll settle wit dat went to my block
Got it off and coped metal wit dat
So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet I'm wit that

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing shit
Yo I'll settle wit dat went to my block
Got it off and coped metal wit dat
So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet I'm wit that

Yo, yo, why niggaz throw ice grills and I see you
Tight grill but I know if I squeeze you fagots gon' squeal
I laugh at y'all flash cash at y'all in the tinted whatever
Ride right past y'all, me and my Codee and we all know Bleek
Tight, the whole heat, you niggaz don't know me
Where the fuck niggaz know me from? Marcy, son
You niggaz frontin' you ain't have heart to come

Besides you niggaz mad 'cause yo bitch ride Shotty
Round town, Malibu mixed wit Bacardi, she relaxed in
Da drop, Fendi shades matchin' the watch, accent osets
The bitch kinda prop but her man think he untouchable
Put his ass where he ain't comfortable, lay him up for a few
He'll realize, Bleek ain't the one to fuck wit, provoke me to spit
Consider it dealt wit I'm not the type to hit shotz and miss you

The type to play you close to kiss you nigga describe the pistol
You hit wit when they fillin' yo body wit liquid
Now I'm on the low cause you told em it was Memphis
Who blazed you up, yeah, laid you up
Yo mouth got you like that, and that's plain as fuck
I'm a Regular Cat, wha

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing shit
Yo I'll settle wit dat went to my block
Got it off and coped metal wit dat
So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet I'm wit that

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing shit
Yo I'll settle wit dat went to my block
Got it off and coped metal wit dat
So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet I'm wit that

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing shit
Yo I'll settle wit dat went to my block
Got it off and coped metal wit dat
So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet I'm wit that

Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing shit
Yo I'll settle wit dat went to my block
Got it off and coped metal wit dat
So if a nigga ever frontin', I'ma wet I'm wit that

Regular cat, wit 'em dat, I'm just a regular cat
Yo I'll settle wit dat then I'ma wet 'em wit dat, yeah

Songwriters
RALPH MACDONALD, WILLIAM SALTER, WILLIAM EATON, COX, STOUTE

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