This Is How We Do It

Oh yeah, coming right back at cha,
With a different type of swing
You know, you better ask somebody
Baby, this is for you, and you, and definitely you

I'm the type of guy who takes time to just kick back
I turn around my baseball cap
I have a 40 sitting on my lap
Slamming the ivories until i sees
A female worth my while
I'm scoping it, checking a smile
And i know that i can get it
And i'll hit it if she's with it
I get the 5 to the 6-7 digits
Call her up on my cellular
And all the shit that i'll say to her
The fun will begin when i hit the skizins
So if a girlie is lonesome
I think that she knows where to go when she wants some
Cuz monty ain't here for nothing but i gotta let all

1-somethin' 4 da honeyz, somethin' 4 da honeyz
Somethin' 4 da honeyz, somethin' 4 da honeyz

Summertime, no funner time for me to kick in with you
To find some things i wanna get into
I call up my crew i tell them bring a brew
And some hennessey for the beach party
So call up your girlfriends
And you know there always tends to be an ugly one
But bring her, too
Fat or skinny she likes to shoop
With montell and the sl coup
While the beat is bumpin' from south central to compton
A little somethin' somethin'

Could very well be the next aaron neville
Sounding like nobody cuz i'm on another level
And ya fellas can't take it with a shovel
But it ain't for you
(rpt 1)

This is somethin' for the honeyz
When you're rolling
Summertime, oh so fine
It feels all right
Summertime tonight, something for you honey

The "m" "o" the "n" "t" the "e" double "l" "l"
And yes i'm guaranteeing that i won't be felon
Some people call me monty, some call me monty swinger
Sometimes i bust around but i'm an r&b singer
And i'm a go on and flow on
And you tell two friends and she'll tell two
And so on and so on
Another number 1 hit so get your roll on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(rpt 1...ad lib to fade)

I'm comin' home
I said i'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
I said i'm comin' home
I just can't wait to get back home

I'm comin' home
(back to l.a.)
I said i'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
(ba-back to l.a.)
I said i'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
(back to l.a.)
I said i'm comin' home
(ba-back to l.a.)

Damn, it's good to be back home
In city streets where i used to roam
The neighborhood has changed
But somethin' always stays the same
Liquor stores on every other block
I see my homies so i make a stop
And though i'm tempted
I won't fall back in the game

My next stop is filled with love
Because it's moms and pops i'm thinkin' of
As i get closer, i smell the bar-b-q
And as i step into the yard
My grandma shouts "i praise the lord"
And so do the honeys, uh
This'll be so cool
To be back home

Where i belong
I'm back in l.a.
Where i used to stay
Where i long to be
This is home for me
Back in l.a.

As the party starts to coolin' out
You know me, and here's what i'm thinkin' 'bout
Gettin' with a cutie
'cause i don't have much time
(my flight leaves at nine)
Should i go with the one that i know well?
Or swing a new one back to my hotel?
It really doesn't matter
'cause all of them are so fine

Now, um, uh
I think i know what kind of woman you are
So what would you do for a klondike bar?
Would you swing from a chandelier?
Or maybe whisper "oh monty" with your tongue in my ear
I tell ya girl, if you're the one that i choose
I'm knockin' boots and pumps
And any other kind of shoes
And you could keep my drawers as memoirs
Of my last day, when monty swing was back in l.a.

Where i belong
This is home for me
I'm back in l.a., yeah
Where i long to be
Back in l.a.
Oh oh, oh oh

As a tear comes to my eye
It's so hard to say goodbye
I would like to stay, but i got other plans
So i tip my cap with ease
I treasure all those precious memories
'cause i got to get back out to all of my fans

Now it's off to atlanta ga
And i might stop in d.c. on the way
Chillin' on the east coast
But just a little while
But no matter where i go
I will always let you know
That i'm singing this south central l.a. style

And i'm back home
Where i belong
I'm back in l.a.
Where i used to stay
Where i long to be
This is home for me
Back in l.a.
Oh oh, oh oh

I'm chillin' on crenshaw
On 54th street
On 4th avenue
This might be new to you
But i'm goin' on home
This is where i belong
I'm back in l.a.
Oh oh, oh oh

[montell]
I called you on the phone
To see if you was at home alone
Somethin' just ain't right
Tell me, where were you last night?
You were supposed to be with me
And i paged your ass around 10:33
You didn't even call me back
Now tell me, baby, what up wit that?

Now you told me you need
A man like me from the streets
Remember when i was tossin'
That ass on 4th and slawson
You said i was everything you want
And now all the condoms that i bought
I gotta box 'em up for the next one
Cuz you just wanna flex and have your fun, baby

[coolio]
You wanna play those games
Thought you was dealin' wit a flea
But you're dealin' wit a g
You better recognize the c, double o, l
I'm down wit montell (how you livin' homie?)
I'm livin' kinda swell
I thought you was the one, yeah
I thought you was my baby
Now i see through your games
And i know you're tryin' to play me
So you can put your pumps on and get your rump on
Cuz your hump ain't that strong
Well, you can have my land rove
Give me 30 minutes and a fifth of yak
And i'll rip that, smack that, hit that ass
Like king-t do's it
I got to go rippin' it
Put you to the side, so i can catch up on my pimpin'
Ya better make a left wit the bullshit you stickin' me with
Brothas be hittin' up they hood on your kitten
My partner don't play that
Yeah, i had to say that
What go around, come back around
This is the payback

[montell]
And it feels just like payback
Ay yo, who's pimpin' who?
And shit like that
All those games you're tryin' to play
You'll miss out on a good thing baby
(it feels like) payback
Who's playin' who, girl?
Cuz that was kinda wack
All those gizames, you're tryin' to plizay
Yeah

Girl, it feels like payback
I really really hate to say that
I thought you was triflin', givin' me the shove
But you're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my love
(oh, i thought she was mad as hell, cuz i was for one thing)
Way back i was cheatin'
You wanna get even, but i ain't goin' out like that
If i apologize for all the lies
Oh, believe me girl, i'm sorry
There's a right and a wrong way to love somebody
And i know the right way
Can we start tonight babe?
You need to lose that loser in a hurry
And you're never gonna have to worry
No, no, hell no

Feels like payback
Who's pimpin' who?
And shit like that
All those games you're tryin' to play
You'll miss out on a good thing, baby
It feels like payback
Mistakes that i made (way back) baby
All those gizames you're tryin' to plizay
You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my love

Feels like payback
Who's pimpin' who?
And shit like that
All those games you're tryin' to play
(all those games that you were tryin' to play)
(said it feels just like) feels like payback
Who's playin' who, girl?
Cuz that was kinda wack
All those gizames your tryin' to plizay
Oh, girl

We'll miss that loving that we shared for oh so long
Let's put this all behind us
And love will always find us
You see, all of your men and my girlfriends
They'll all be in the past
We'll be solid as a rock
And we'll make it
We'll make it
Yeah, yeah, hey hey
Gonna miss out on a good...

It feels just like it
(feels like) payback
(and i ain't even like that baby)
Who's playin' who, girl?
Cuz that was kinda wack
All those gizames, you're tryin' to plizay
You're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my love
Feels like payback
(it feels just like it)
Who's pimpin' who, girl?
(way back) and shit like that
All those games you're tryin' to play
(all those games that you were tryin' to play)
(you're tryin' to play)
Feels like payback
(and you've been doin' so wrong, by me)
All those gizames you're tryin' to plizay
Oh, oh

Feels like payback
Who's pimpin' who?
(way back) and shit like that
All those games you're tryin' to play

Feels like payback
Who's playin' who, girl?
(way back) cuz that was kinda wack
All those gizames you're tryin' to plizay

Feels like payback
Who's pimpin' who?
(way back) and shit like that
All those games you're tryin' to play

Do da da da
La da la
Play it, play it

[montell]
I know, i'm not the man you thought i'd be
We started out so young
Your mother, and me
I know that i hurt you
I was a child trying to be a man
I walked out on my only son
I left you in your mother's hands
And now i'm standing right here
With tears, with tears streaming from my eyes
See your mother raised a fine young man
And i know i missed so much of your life

Look at me
Take a real good look at me
Don't turn away
Don't you turn away like i did my son
I'm making no more promises
I'm trying to find the word to say

Daddy's home (yeah)
Daddy's home (been gone too long)
Daddy's home (said your daddy's back home)
Daddy's home (and for every birthday that i missed my son)
Daddy's home (i'm gonna make it all up to you)
Daddy's home (everytime i made your mother cry)
Daddy's home (she laid awake at night, holding her pillow tight)
Daddy's home (oh oh)

Do you remember the day i walked out on you?
There was nothing i could say, nothing you could do
I missed your first words, i couldn't hear you talk
I missed your first steps, when you tried to walk, baby
Now i know and you know you can take care of yourself
You had to run, you had to run to somebody else
(daddy's home)
Didn't be a good father, i wasn't there
But talk to me son, tell me how you feel

[shappell crawford]
Daddy why would you leave your only son
Give me somethin', i could hold on
You left me here alone
Now you've decided to come back home
And i realize
That's it's gonna take a little time for you and me to get again
I think we can do it, do you think we can do it?

If you wanna be my dad again
We've got to start all over, be friends
If you wanna be my dad again
We've got to start all over, be friends
If you wanna be my dad again
We've got to start all over, be friends
If you wanna be my dad again
We've got to start all over, be friends

[montell]
Just look at me
Heeee, look at me

This is how we do it
La ra ra ra ra ra...

This is how we do it.
It's friday night, and i feel all right
The party is here on the west side
So i reach for my 40 and i turn it up
Designated driver take the keys to my truck
Hit the shore 'cause i'm faded
Honeys in the street say, "monty, yo we made it!"
It feels so good in my hood tonight
The summertime skirts and the guys in kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say

1- i'm kinda buzzed and it's all because
(this is how we do it)
South central does it like nobody does
(this is how we do it)
To all my neighbors you got much flavor
(this is how we do it)
Let's flip the track, bring the old school back
(this is how we do it)

This is how we do it, all hands are in the air
And wave them from here to there
If you're an o.g. mack or a wanna-be player
You see the hood's been good to me
Ever since i was a lower-case g
But now i'm a big g. the girls see i got the money
A hundred-dollar bills y'all

If you were from where i'm from then you would know
That i gotta get mine in a big black truck
You can get yours in a '64

Whatever it is, the party's underway
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say
(repeat 1...)

I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because
(this is how we do it)
South central does it like nobody does
(this is how we do it)
Ynv, scc, all my homies
(this is how we do it)
I'll never come wack on an old school track

Rap:

Check it out!
Once upon a time in '94
Montell made no money and life sure was slow
All they said was 6'8" he stood
And people thought the music that he made was good
There lived a d.j. and paul was his name
He came up to monty, this is what he said
You and og are gonna make some cash
Sell a million records and we'll make in a dash

(repeat 1, ad lib to fade...)

[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!