Somethin' 4 Da Honeyz

歌詞

Uh Uh Yeah Comin straight from the west side, all the way to the east side (ooh somethin for the honeys) Verse 1: I'm the type of guy who takes time to just kick back, Turn around my baseball cap i have a forty sittin on my lap, Scanning the ivories until i sees a female worth my while, i'm scopin that ass, checkin her smile And i know i can git it and i'll hit it if she wid it. I get the 5 to the 6 7 digits, call her up on my cellular And all the shit that i say to her, The fun will begin when i hit the .... So if a girlie is lonesome i think that she knows where to goes when she wants some Cos Monty ain't here for nothin, but i got a little Chorus: Somethin for da honeyz (for the sick sick brothers sick sick) Somethin for da honeyz yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Verse 2: Ooh summer time No funner time for me to kick it with you To find something or someone to get into i call up my crew Tell em to bring a brew and some hennesy for the beach party, So call up yo girlfriends and you know there always tends To be an ugly one but bring her too Battle city she likes to shoop (shoop shoop) with Montell and the S.L. crew, While the beat is pumpin From South Central to Compton A lil somethin somethin, Could very well be the next darin.... soundin like nobody cos im on another level, and your fellas can't dig it wid a shovel (nah they can't) but it ain't for you fool Chorus: Somethin for da honeyz (somethin for da honeyz yeah redman got somethin for da honeyz, somethin for da honeyz you know that montell for something for da honeyz) Something for da honeyz Ooh somethin for da honeyz Ooh somethin for da honeyz Rap (Redman): Yo i drop the bomb from pacific to pacific While i'm sippin on Dom Perrion And gettin lifted, It's dat Reggie Noble with my Afro blown, Ah god it's on, it's on til the cows come home son. I keep the brother's on the run from the ghetto cos i'm a rude boy fellow So give me elbow room And i'll blow this track to the moon If ya tune i'll get yo fiancee's in the mood. I took a trip back to Cali Cos this is how we do this Bomb wowie owie drunk funk for you alchies Funk Docta got it locked I'll be flyer than a number plate In a flyin car wash So Montell crack the champell And pass the L to the honey with the painted toes and fingernails And def squad we don't hear nothin Hittin 15 on the e-richter scale when it's pumpin Chorus: Ooh somethin for da honeyz (Aaah-Euuuuwuh, check check check it out) Ooh somethin for da honeyz Ooh somethin for da honeyz