(Bloaww, ha haha

Bl-bl-bloaw! heyyyy)

Hello

(Hello)

I'm Murphy Lee

(I'm Zee Lee)

And I'mma muthasuckin L-U-N-A-T-I-C

(Say what?)

Yo, and I'm herrrre

(Cause I'm herre)

Yo, cuz I'm herrrre

(Cause I'm herre)

Yo, yo, I'm bout to tell you what I like

I wit 5 individuals, they say we not original

We all started Underground like Digital

Now the hatas lookin' pitiful, we humble and un-spittable

But lyrical we still sh-sh-shit on you

I got a number two, Nelly got her number too

You call a tip, girl we call it a switch-a-roo

We be at Amoco, d's on that Cantaloupe

Wit my folk's pocket full of bread and toast

In my Timb's and coat, do it big in the winter time

Prolly full of Airr Force Ones up outta Finish Line

And I call myself normal, casual or formal

I still be blank like a carnival

But y'all won't let me be, or see

Cuz I'm so D-E-F that I'm considered a G

I be H-I off J's, K's and L's

Mmm, eNdO to those they can't tell

He's a regular guy (I'm can't derrty)

He can't deny (I can't deny neither)

You know he drives a yellow wagon when's he's passin' by

(You see me rollin' in that thang?)

His pants is always saggin' (ah say wha?)

Got money but he's never braggin' (ah say wha?)

Cause he's not that type (bloaw!)

Party people I'mma tell you what he's like

He's a regular guy

You see I'm young wit information

I don't Play like Station

Cuz it took education, dedication and patience

To get a record deal, fo reel this ain't no fluke

To you, we like a fat dude playin' a flute

Like my granny do in the troop instead of the James Brown

(Look at all these boys reppin' the same town

Come from the same moms and owe dues

Aunties and uncles, man they went to the same school)

(Yeah..) St. Louis ain't that big

Ayyo we stay on the hill and steal a 30 ball to get to the crib

And I can do it on a quarter tank, a quarter of dank

It's ya home wake up ayyo and baby go to the bank

And I think y'all open up like mail

And if y'all can't tell, Skool Boy normal as hell

So don't let the tv's confuse you

Cuz if you didn't knew, now you knew

He's a regular guy (I'm can't derrty)

He can't deny (I can't deny neither)

You know he drives a yellow wagon when's he's passin' by

(You see me rollin' in that thang?)

His pants is always saggin' (ah say wha?)

Got money but he's never braggin' (ah say wha?)

Cause he's not that type (bloaw!)

Party people I'mma tell you what he's like

He's a regular guy

Yo I'm just, like, you

I ain't different from those that think I'm different

Still enjoy fat checks overtime, I'm just like you

I ain't changin' for nobody, mixin' up your talent wit yo hobby

End up wit no jobby, I guess you got personal problems

The bigger you are they start openin' up ya personal closet

A Ram 150, man still couldn't dodge it, dislodge it

Take advantage derrty, live off ya profits (wow!)

You right, I ain't ya average lil' dude

We had the number one song when I was still in school

Shoot, I can say it dude I'm glad that we made it mo

No neva bein in class, song pop up on the radio

And it's a beautiful thang

To turn street money to legal money, and beautiful change

Yo I gotta use my beautiful brain

And understand when I'm sprinklin' man in my rain

He's a regular guy (I'm can't derrty)

He can't deny (I can't deny neither)

You know he drives a yellow wagon when's he's passin' by

(You see me rollin' in that thang?)

His pants is always saggin' (ah say wha?)

Got money but he's never braggin' (ah say wha?)

Cause he's not that type (bloaw!)

Party people I'mma tell you what he's like

He's a regular guy