Feat. Shaunta



[Montell]

Dis here's a Mo Swang production

So check it out as we rip it up

The way only we know how to do baby

Straight up, for your neighborhood

In South Central, yeah

To my niggas in Compton, yeah

What up, off in Inglewood

And to my brothas in Watts, yeah

Where you at in Jordan Downs? yeah

And to the ghettos everywhere, uh, yeah

We're gonna do it to ya

And it go a little somethin' like dis

Check it out

I'm bouts to get buck-wicked, buck-wild on ya right here

Wild style R and B, Hip-Hop

And all that other gangsta shit

So check it out as I rizip it up for ya



I made somethin for the radio and Somethin' 4 Da Honeyz

Somethin for my neighborhood that made a little money

Now Monty is my name, and you know I gets to it

Because I'm kinda fluid, so the Simmons to the Stewart

Now Stewart got the cash, I went and got equipment

I made some funky shit that you niggas can't get wit

"Now Monty, why'd you do it? You're an R and B singer"

For real, stop, a real style is what I had to bring-uh

I'm not a gang banger and I don't buck buck

If niggas get to shootin', I'm the nigga that duck

I don't smoke indo, that's all because

I'm more than happy wit my contact buzz

Now this is how we do it, that's why I say

I did it my way

So just check it as I wreck it

And ya know that I'm bound

I'm comin' straight, (strigity-)straight from the underground



Yeah

And I'm straight rippin' this shit

But check it

I'm introducin' my mothafucka

Her name is Shaunta

So check it out as she rips shit

Yo, girl

Where you at love?



[Shaunta]

What I flex is that shit that you wanna hear next is

The way I get busy, then I bring erections

And BOOM wit no car crash

BANG wit yo' ass fast like Miss Flash

Sufferin' sucka-tash

I got you niggas fo' yo' cash flow

And yes, I'm bashtro, UH!

But don't make an ass...

Of your crew

And what that bitch gonna do?

Monty enslave that nigga, then I take the otha two & smotha you

Not to your gravy, but to your ?

When I was young, I couldn't drive a BM ?

You niggas crave me

You must be crazy

The last ho who jumped wrong got a clip, feelin' dazy

You can't fade me, it's the dash

On to get paid and round up any competition, stomp her

For all you ?rambling flexity rip?

Check it out Monty grips

'Cause me and Montell wrecks shit

Yeah



[Montell]

Yo, yo, yo, this goin' out to all my niggas out there

Wassup P-Double?

Yeah, straight up to No Mercy Percy

The nigga that give me the righteous fades in South Central

To all my niggas on Crenshaw, straight off in the hood

Everywhere in the United States and overseas

Japan and all that bullshit

Wherever, this mothafucka's goin' down

This one's for you baby

(DJ West)



[Shaunta]

Yeah, nigga

Did you guys record that?



(Outro-lude)

Montell, you big sexy

You go

You dressed like Big Bird though

Look like one of them old construction workers

But the boy can sing though

Good thing he can sing!