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