Hello, hello   I'm Murphy Lee and I'm Zee Lee, yo   And I'ma muthasuckin' L U N A T I C, say what?   Yo and I'm here, 'cause I'm here   Yo, plus I'm here, cause I'm here   Yo, yo, I'm 'bout to tell you what I like      I'm with five individuals, they say we not original   We all started underground like Digital   Now the haters 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   We call a tip, girl, you prolly 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 Air 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 F that I'm considered a G   I be H I off J's, K's and L's   Um, M, N, to the O's, they can't tell      He's a regular guy   (I can't lie, girl)   I can't deny   (I can't deny neither)   You know he drives a yellow wagon when he's passin' by   (Yo, you see me rollin' in that thang?)      His pants is always saggin'   (Ah, say wha?)   Got money but never braggin'   (Ah, say wha?)   'Cause he's not that type   Party people I'ma tell you what he's like, he's a regular guy      You see I'm young with information, I don't play like Station   'Cuz it took education, dedication and patience   To get a record deal, fo' real, 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 and maybe go to the bank      And I think you people need to open up like mail   If you can't tell Skool Boy, normal as hell   So don't let the TVs confuse you   'Cuz if you didn't knew, now you knew      He's a regular guy   (Ya, I can't lie, girl)   I can't deny   (I can't deny neither)   You know he drives a yellow wagon when he's passin' by   (Yo, you see me rollin' in that thang?)      His pants is always saggin'   (Ah, say wha?)   Got money but never braggin'   (Ah, say wha?)   'Cause he's not that type   Party people I'ma 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      You right, I aint ya average lil' dude   We had the number one song when I was still in school   Shoot, I can say it though, 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 can't lie, girl)   I can't deny   (Yo, I can't deny neither)   You know he drives a yellow wagon when he's passin' by   (Yo, you see me rollin' in that thang?)      His pants is always saggin'   (Ah, say wha?)   Got money but never braggin'   (Ah, say wha?)   'Cause he's not that type   Party people I'ma tell you what he's like, he's a regular guy, oh