[Intro]
This is how we do it
(This is how we do it)
Sha-la, la, la, la, la, lo
Shabada, lo, lo, lo, woah
(This is how we do it)
Lo, lo, lo, low-oh-oh

[Verse 1]
This is how we do it
It's Friday night
And I feel alright
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 'shaw 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 gangbangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on before you go get paid

[Pre-Chorus]
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say
[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 2]
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 wannabe 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
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

[Pre-Chorus]
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say

[Chorus]
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)
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)
Y?N-Vee, SCC (This is how we do it)
I'll never come wack on an old-school track (This is how we do it)
[Verse 3]
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 Oji are gonna make some cash
Sell a million records and we're makin' the dash
(Sell a million records and we're makin' the dash)
(Sell a million records and we're makin' the dash)
(Sell a million records and we're makin' the dash)
(Sell a million records and we're makin' the dash)