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On the Regular

Sell a lot of dope

Dodge a lot of cases

Stickin' to the basics

Rock a lot of chains

Do a lot of things

Bottles by the cases

Stickin' to the basics

Do it on the regular

Fuckin' on the regular

Drippin' on the regular

Trippin' on the regular

Count it on the regular

Sippin' on the regular

Never smokin' regular

Nigga we ain't regularI'm out LA for a week, I'm out here playin' for keeps, yea, yea

I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea, yea

I'm out here lookin' like Meech, flooded the Patek Philippe, yea, yea

Bookies all up in the piece, we got the key to the streets, oh Lord

Remember they said I was done done

Fuck that they ain't know I'm the one one

We get your chain and its one one

I tell my nigga I want one

I tell my nigga to get it back

He in the field 'bout to punt somethin'

I hit your main and your side piece

That's on the low but I'm on one

Wait, wait, wait

Switch sides, niggas switch side

We ain't never got to dick ride

More tickets than a fish fry

And the chopper had the big guy

Little nigga I'm the boss now

Came back on them game 7, trap niggas got the ball nowSell a lot of dope

Dodge a lot of cases

Stickin' to the basics

Rock a lot of chains

Do a lot of things

Bottles by the cases

Stickin' to the basics

Do it on the regular

Fuckin' on the regular

Drippin' on the regular

Trippin' on the regular

Count it on the regular

Sippin' on the regular

Never smokin' regular

Nigga we ain't regularWoah, woah, woah

Regular, regular, regular

I do not see no competitors

Hatin' cause we got ahead of them

I'm getting money etcetera

Bad bitches all on my schedule

Felony, felony, felony

I catch a case and its federal

Bikes out summer time aye

Mikes on number nine yea

Bad bitch hella fine woah

She don't fall never mind no

I'ma get at her another time

I'ma go scoop me a yellow dime

She go both ways like the yellow line

I'm fuckin' her friends she fuckin' mine, oh shit

Still trippin' ain't no love for the other side

Rap beef turn to homicides when we land on them and them hollows fly

Had a bag but you broke nigga

You ain't fuckin' with me bottom line

Out of sight nigga out of mind

And my Patek runnin' out of time

Songwriters

Robert Rihmeek Williams, Carl Orff, Leslie West, Felix Pappalardi, Jr., Terrell McNeal, Rodriquez Smith, John Ventura, Norman LandsbergPublished by

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