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| 2. |
| 4:36 | 
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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 Slamming the ivories until I sees I have a 40 sitting on my lap I'm scoping it, checking a smile a female worth my while 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 Somethin' 4 da Honeyz, Somethin' 4 da Honeyz Cuz Monty ain't here for nothing but I gotta let all 1-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 And you know there always tends to be an ugly one So call up your girlfriends Fat or skinny she likes to shoop with Montell and the SL Coup But bring her, too 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 so on and so on And you tell two friends and she'll tell two Another number 1 hit so get your roll on (rpt 1...ad lib to fade) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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| 3. |
| 4:37 |
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This is how we do it This is how we do it This is how we do it This is how we do it it's Friday night And I feel all right The party's 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 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 neighbours you got much flava 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 OG mack or a wannabe playa 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 Hundred dollar bills 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 I'm kinda buzzed it's all because This is how we do it Ooh South Central does it like nobody does This is how we do it To all my neighbours you got much flava This is how we do it Let's flip the track bring the old school back This is how we do it I'm kinda buzzed it's all because This is how we do it South Central does it like nobody does nobody does YNV SCC all my homies I'll never come wack on an old school track Check it out Once upon a time in 94 Montell made no money and life sure was slow All they said was 68 he stood And people thought the music that he made was good There lived a DJ 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 Oh I'm buzzing because This is how we do it South Central does it like nobody does This is how we do it To all my neighbours you got much flava This is how we do it I'll never come back on an old school track This is how we do it I'm kinda buzzed it's all because This is how we do it South Central does it like nobody does nobody does Oh it's party time This is how we do it Straight up comin from the West side This is how we do it OG's got the flava This is how we do it And Monty doesn't like nobody doesn't Come on now Def Jam you know what it is |
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| 4. |
| 4:59 |
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[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 bab |
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| 5. |
| 6:01 |
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[Intro] Supply every need that your body desires Anything for you I'll do Yeah I'll do anything (Do anything) I'll do anything And everything that I will do Anything you want me to Do do do do do You walked into the room And the smell of you're perfume Said that it's on And I'm so excited Ooh, the look you gave to me Says that you're going home And I'm invited That those other guys can't see If you're requesting some company tonight Someone to hold you tight I won't make promises Well that's me baby, baby If I can't deliver To keep you satisfied, girl So I'll do whatever 1 - I'll do anything To keep you satisfied Tonight, tonight I'll do anything To keep you next to me Tonight Don't you hesitate When you have fantasies And I'll do it, I'll do it Tell me how I can please I'll nibble on your neglige And work my way down Uhh, then I might just stop From your neck to the floor And lick my way up to the top You don't have to question But, oooh, if you want Montell If I'm under your spell Now there's no pressure Then just turn it on over You can take your time But please make up your mind If you wanna be satisfied Repeat 1 Someone to hold you tight If you're requesting my company tonight I will (supply every need that your body desires) But baby I promise if you surrender I, I won't make promises if I can't deliver Oh baby That I'll keep you satisfied Tell me what you want What you need And I'll tell you what I'll do (Supply every need that your body desires) Baby I'm doing this just for you Hey girl I said I'll do it... Repeat 1 w/ad-libs to fade |
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| 6. |
| 4:39 |
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[Intro] I'm waitin' baby (oh ohh) So wassup? (yeah yeah yeah) I'm waitin' baby Tell me what ya want Monty Swang to do Tell me ya like it I'mma do it to you I'mma do it to you Ohhh oh oh Yeah yeah yeah Oh oh oh Yeah ooh ooh oh oh Baby you're a good thing And good things come to those who wait And girl I'm next in line, all night So girl stop wasting time I've been patiently waiting for your call Ohh It's tick-tock-telling you Ya see that clock that's on your wall? To give Monty Swang your all, oh yeah (yeah) So if you've been holding out (yeah) I think you'd better hurry 'Cause your time is running out And baby, don't you worry No no no no Please baby 1 - Don't you keep my waiting Don't wait too long Repeat 1 Now don't you tease me You're making empty promises You know that talk is cheap You know that you just won't keep (yeah) I'll still be standing right here (yeah) And if I think that you're decieving But Montell might be leaving I'll hold on to your memory (I'm outta here) I'm leaving Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Here I am, just for you No one does me girl, like you do I'm waiting here, I don't know why, why Don't keep me waiting, yeah (I'm waiting on you) Ya know I'm waiting on you I said I'm waiting on you Ohh oh oh Repeat 1 w/ad-libs to fade |
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| 7. |
| 4:15 |
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I'm comin' home I said I'm comin' home I'm comin' home I just can't wait to get back home I said I'm comin' 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 My grandma shouts "I praise the Lord" As I get closer, I smell the Bar-B-Q And as I step into the yard 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 Or swing a new one back to my hotel? (My flight leaves at nine) Should I go with the one that I know well? 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. This is home for me Where I belong Where I long to be Back in L.A. I'm back in L.A., yeah 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 I treasure all those precious memories So I tip my cap with ease 'Cause I got to get back out to all of my fans Now it's off to Atlanta GA Chillin' on the east coast And I might stop in D.C. on the way But just a little while But no matter where I go I will always let you know And I'm back home That I'm singing this South Central L.A. style Where I belong Where I used to stay I'm back in L.A. Where I long to be This is home for me Oh oh, oh oh Back in L.A. 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 |
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| 8. |
| 3:05 |
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[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 |
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| 9. |
| 3:37 |
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[Intro] That's what it comes down to You don't know how to treat a man But check it out All the good things we've been through All your girlfriends know (it's all because of you) It's over (do do do) I think you should know That ain't the way love goes It's over (la no no no) I think you should know You need to pack your things and go That ain't love, that ain't love, girl And all your girlfriends know They tell me they've told you so That I'm not the one to play And all my boys are tellin' me That I'm too good to you And I don't wanna be your fool So I'll send you on your way It's over Oh, it's over Baby you should know That ain't the way love goes It's over Said it's over, said it's over I think you should know You need to pack your things and go All of the joy that I brought you All the good times that we shared I gave you a taste of the good life Why did you treat me so bad? Everybody plays the fool sometimes What am I supposed to do? But this time the joke's on you It's all because of you It's over Oh, it's over Baby you should know That ain't the way love goes It's over Said it's over, baby it's over I think you should know You need to pack your things and go It's over You treated me so wrong I think you should know That ain't the way love goes Said it's over I think you should know It's over You need to pack your things and go (It's over) It's over, it's over Don't you get the picture girl? You just don't understand I said it's over (It's over) That it's all your fault It's over, it's over Don't ya know it's over? Girl, the happy days are over (I'm feelin' sad and blue) And I tell you it's true It's all because of you It's over That ain't the way love goes Baby you should know It's over Said it's over I think you should know You need to pack your things and go (You need to pack up your things and go) It's over ('Cause baby, the thrill is gone away) Baby you should know (If you see me walkin down the street, just walk on by) That ain't the way love goes It's over You need to pack your things and go I think you should know |
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| 0:43 |
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| 11. |
| 5:26 |
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Lady... [Montell] (Da Gents) You don't understand the physical attraction Between a (woman and a man) A woman and a man See, you don't need to man to be (Calling you) calling you (Spoiling you) spoiling you You wanna have a good time And tonight it's all about you 1 - [Da Gents] We don't have to be lovers We don't have to be friends All I wanna do baby, is hit the skins [Montell] Cuz I, I, I, I... 2 - [Montell and Da Gents] I wanna get laid, it ain't about love tonight It ain't about love, all of the time I wanna get laid, it ain't about love tonight It ain't about love, all of the time [Montell] Baby, baby You don't need no commitment If it's me you wanna get with Then let me in, let me in And show me a little skin And get laid for the hell of it For the taste, for the touch For the smell of it Don't you be ashamed I don't even have to know your name Repeat 1 Repeat 2 [Montell] Take it to the breakdown... [Da Gents] (Montell) Every hour of every day Every second of every minute (Said I want you) I wanna get laid (Said I lust for you) I wanna get laid I wanna... [Montell] See you naked in the raw (what?) I'm takin' off your bra (right) Wassup y'all? See [I wanna] see dem panties hit da floor (now) Leave 'em at da door (ta-dow!) Ya can't move slow, cuz baby [I wanna] hit the saddle Now I'm ridin', ridin' on your backside And then [I'm gonna] get my roll on deep I'm deep into a coma like sleep I got laid |
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| 5:14 |
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[Intro-lude] Can you ball Montell? You got game? (Yeah, I got game!) Okay buddy (Okay) I know he ain't got no game [Intro] I got good dues if you like the rules From the westside to the eastside From the northside to the southside I said I got good dues Oh oh ohh, oh yeah Oh yeah The sun comes up in my neighborhood I scratch my nuts, and man it sure feels good I'm leanin' in the corner like I'm barely alive 'Cause I remember a time when I didn't have a ride Always in the passenger seat And always next to last when the honeys, we would meet But now that things have changed, slightly re-arranged I must admit, it's kinda strange To be walkin' down the 'Shaw with my big black boots And my happy Nappy wear, and my Karl Kani suits I got a big truck, it's parked up the block, and I see ya ladies jockin', yeah, you're takin' stock Now that I have your attention, did I mention The days of ol' when I used to get my stroll on I got back in LA, uh, it's in my CD player Are now long gone, 'cause... 1 - I gotta get my roll on I've got to get mine Don't you know it's time I gotta get my roll on Repeat 1 Now check it I'm sitting in my ride 'Cause a brotha got a telephone And all the honeys all look inside And see what's going on 'Cause my windows have a real dark tint They roll up slow, but they have to squint To keep these hoochies steady starin' Tryin' to see what a nigga is wearin' And you know they're thinkin' crazy things My license plate says "swing" About chandeliers and ice cream bars And sick sick brothas, and the big black cars But hold on tight my dear Because I gotta, I gotta, I gotta (roll) 'Cause Monty got speakers out to here I'll have you shakin' your head like you're losin' control Repeat 1 Repeat 1 A nigga like Monty needs to see a little clearer I'm at Sharwin King, I checks my rear-view mirror Then I hear a honey honkin' at my Rover She says "pull over" so I pull over Out jumps my ride and I go to the curb My ? to her, I attemps to serve She say she likes me, she's jockin' my crew So tell me what the hell am I supposed to do She's givin' me love, she's givin' me love So I write my phone number on a dub Then I pass it through the window It's back inside All of my niggas like to ride, yeah 'Cause she says she wants to take me I might make her my girl To the top of the world But I don't know, I think she better hold on 'Cause a brotha like Monty has got to get his roll on Repeat 1 Repeat 1 O.G. gotta get his roll on Paul Stewart gotta get his roll on If I'm talkin' to your girl, you better hold on You know I gotta get my roll on P.M. gotta get they roll on My brother ?Mark? gotta get his roll on You know I gotta get my roll on Now ? has gotta get his roll on B-Low gotta get his roll on T.M. gotta get his roll on If I'm thinkin' ways to get my swole on You know I gotta get my roll on (Don't you know that I gotta get my roll on) I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine Said I gotta get mine, gotta get mine (Gotta get my roll on) Russel Simmons gotta get his roll on Def Jam has gotta get their roll on Dior gotta get his roll on Power Moves gotta get your roll on And Monty gotta get his roll on You know why I can tell Montell? [Outro-lude] 'Cause you don't walk like a ball player You walk just like "Yay, I'm happy!" You know? But I know he can sing though The album, the boy's album is nice |
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| 4:53 |
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| 4:29 |
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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 (been gone too long) Daddy's home (yeah) 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 (oh oh) Daddy's home (she laid awake at night, holding her pillow tight) There was nothing I could say, nothing you could do Do you remember the day I walked out on you? 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 (Daddy's home) You had to run, you had to run to somebody else Didn't be a good father, I wasn't there But talk to me son, tell me how you feel Daddy why would you leave your only son You left me here alone [Shappell Crawford] Give me somethin', I could hold on That's it's gonna take a little time for you and me to get again Now you've decided to come back home I think we can do it, do you think we can do it? And I realize 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 We've got to start all over, be friends If you wanna be my dad again [Montell] Heeee, look at me Just look at me |
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