| Song | Regular Cat - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Memphis Bleek |
| Album | Coming Of Age |
| 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 im 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 im wit that | |
| [Verse1] | |
| My gunz, 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 gon 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...... | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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 im wit that | |
| Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat | |
| Some nigga hit me wit a signing | |
| Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat | |
| Memphis Bleek | |
| Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat | |
| So if a nigga ever frontin, I'ma wet im wit that | |
| [Verse2] | |
| 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 politiced 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 neva 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 novody seemed to like him | |
| Dat was my dog so nobody had to like im | |
| I closed the vein down, I couldnt 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 aint no different | |
| Just a Regular Cat | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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 im 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 im wit that | |
| [Verse3] | |
| Yo Yo | |
| Why niggaz throw Ice grills and I see you tight grill | |
| But I know if i squeeze you faggots gon squeal | |
| I laugh at y'al flash cash at y'all | |
| Me and my cod-ee 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 Bicardi | |
| 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, layed you up | |
| Yo mouth got you like that, and thats plain as fuck | |
| I'm a Regular Cat, wha... | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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 im 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 im 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 im 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 im wit that | |
| Regular cat, wt em wit dat | |
| I'm just a regular cat | |
| Yo I'll settle wit dat then I'ma wet em wit dat | |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Cox, Eaton, MacDonald, Stoute ... |
| 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 im 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 im wit that | |
| Verse1 | |
| My gunz, 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 gon 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...... | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 im wit that | |
| Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat | |
| Some nigga hit me wit a signing | |
| Shit, yo I' ll settle wit dat | |
| Memphis Bleek | |
| Went to my block, got it off and coped metal wit dat | |
| So if a nigga ever frontin, I' ma wet im wit that | |
| Verse2 | |
| 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 politiced 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 reup money | |
| Rollin dice, and I neva thought a game of CeeLo | |
| 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 novody seemed to like him | |
| Dat was my dog so nobody had to like im | |
| I closed the vein down, I couldnt 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 aint no different | |
| Just a Regular Cat | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 im 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 im wit that | |
| Verse3 | |
| Yo Yo | |
| Why niggaz throw Ice grills and I see you tight grill | |
| But I know if i squeeze you faggots gon squeal | |
| I laugh at y' al flash cash at 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 Bicardi | |
| 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, layed you up | |
| Yo mouth got you like that, and thats plain as fuck | |
| I' m a Regular Cat, wha... | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 im 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 im 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 im 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 im wit that | |
| Regular cat, wt em wit dat | |
| I' m just a regular cat | |
| Yo I' ll settle wit dat then I' ma wet em wit dat | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Cox, Eaton, MacDonald, Stoute ... |