| Dis here’s a Mo Swang production
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| So check it out as we rip it up
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| The way only we know how to do baby
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| Straight up, for your neighborhood
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| In South Central, yeah
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| To my niggas in Compton, yeah
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| What up, off in Inglewood
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| And to my brothas in Watts, yeah
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| Where you at in Jordan Downs? |
| yeah
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| And to the ghettos everywhere, uh, yeah
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| We’re gonna do it to ya
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| And it go a little somethin' like dis
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| Check it out
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| I’m bouts to get buck-wicked, buck-wild on ya right here
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| Wild style R and B, Hip-Hop
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| And all that other gangsta shit
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| So check it out as I rizip it up for ya
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| I made somethin for the radio and Somethin' 4 Da Honeyz
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| Somethin for my neighborhood that made a little money
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| Now Monty is my name, and you know I gets to it
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| Because I’m kinda fluid, so the Simmons to the Stewart
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| Now Stewart got the cash, I went and got equipment
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| I made some funky shit that you niggas can’t get wit
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| «Now Monty, why’d you do it? |
| You’re an R and B singer»
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| For real, stop, a real style is what I had to bring-uh
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| I’m not a gang banger and I don’t buck buck
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| If niggas get to shootin', I’m the nigga that duck
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| I don’t smoke indo, that’s all because
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| I’m more than happy wit my contact buzz
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| Now this is how we do it, that’s why I say
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| I did it my way
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| So just check it as I wreck it
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| And ya know that I’m bound
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| I’m comin' straight, (strigity-)straight from the underground
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| Yeah
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| And I’m straight rippin' this shit
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| But check it
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| I’m introducin' my mothafucka
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| Her name is Shaunta
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| So check it out as she rips shit
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| Yo, girl
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| Where you at love?
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| What I flex is that shit that you wanna hear next is
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| The way I get busy, then I bring erections
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| And BOOM wit no car crash
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| BANG wit yo' ass fast like Miss Flash
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| Sufferin' sucka-tash
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| I got you niggas fo' yo' cash flow
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| And yes, I’m bashtro, UH!
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| But don’t make an ass…
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| Of your crew
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| And what that bitch gonna do?
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| Monty enslave that nigga, then I take the otha two & smotha you
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| Not to your gravy, but to your?
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| When I was young, I couldn’t drive a BM?
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| You niggas crave me
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| You must be crazy
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| The last ho who jumped wrong got a clip, feelin' dazy
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| You can’t fade me, it’s the dash
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| On to get paid and round up any competition, stomp her
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| For all you? |
| rambling flexity rip?
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| Check it out Monty grips
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| 'Cause me and Montell wrecks shit
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| Yeah
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| Yo, yo, yo, this goin' out to all my niggas out there
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| Wassup P-Double?
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| Yeah, straight up to No Mercy Percy
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| The nigga that give me the righteous fades in South Central
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| To all my niggas on Crenshaw, straight off in the hood
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| Everywhere in the United States and overseas
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| Japan and all that bullshit
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| Wherever, this mothafucka’s goin' down
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| This one’s for you baby
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| (DJ West)
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| Yeah, nigga
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| Did you guys record that?
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| (Outro-lude)
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| Montell, you big sexy
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| You go
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| You dressed like Big Bird though
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| Look like one of them old construction workers
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| But the boy can sing though
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| Good thing he can sing! |