Ring Ding Lyrics
| Song | Ring Ding |
| Artist | M.O.P. |
| Album | To the Death |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| {*chorus*} | |
| [d] ring ding [f] ring ding | |
| [d] ring ding [f] ring ding | |
| [d] ring ding [f] ring king motherfuckers | |
| [d] ring ding [f] ring ding | |
| [d] ring ding [f] ring ding | |
| [d] ring ding [f] ring king motherfuckers | |
| [billy danze] | |
| Yo, i'm ringin bells across the nation, ain't nuttin changed | |
| Still hittin motherfuckers at point blank range | |
| If i ain't in it to win it i wouldn't be in it | |
| It's billy danze, here me kid? (lil' fame co-defendant) | |
| This little bastard can't be tamed, he's strange | |
| I wonder what the fuck be goin on through his brain | |
| Year of def jam while you're cold chillin | |
| Shorty wanted props in hip-hop cause he's the last villain | |
| [lil' fame] | |
| Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record {*needle*} what's my motherfuckin name? | |
| {*scratched: "lil' fame, lil'-lil' fame"*} | |
| We ringin bells (ring ding) ring ding | |
| With that hardcore swing, fame and billy be doin the same thang | |
| The way, i'ma show you how | |
| Motherfuckers jump up, them motherfuckers get down.. | |
| Anybody that asks to battle | |
| You better pass, cause i'ma kick a bone out your ass | |
| A lot of people went and seen the movie "posse" | |
| But ain't seen a real posse, until you seen the m.o.p. | |
| Chill kid, cause you gon' cause fame to get fatal | |
| Smash and mash your monkey-ass like potatoes (uhh) | |
| You said it, you dead and, it ain't hard to tell kid | |
| M (fuckin) o (fuckin) p's ringin bells | |
| {*chorus*} | |
| [lil' fame] | |
| Yo, we makin moves while the herbs lookin silly | |
| Cause bill and fame'll really spark 'em down like a phillie | |
| For real, when that nigga bill starts to puff his wheaties | |
| Niggaz calm down and play the wall like graffiti | |
| If i see, niggaz want it then i'ma give it to 'em | |
| Pull out the seventeen shot glock and i'ma do 'em | |
| Yo bill, i think we gotta bring the ruckus.. | |
| [billy danze] | |
| .. i'ma kill one of you motherfuckers | |
| Give me my propers (ring ding, there it is) where it at? | |
| (ring ding) all the (??) run each time we bust a cap | |
| (everytime) we bust a rhyme (everytime) we empty the clip | |
| (everytime) we threw you a hit (everytime) we split somebody shit | |
| Not really but illy is fame and billy and really you gotta know | |
| If it ain't the m.o.p. then check this and you gotta go | |
| Let me show you where i'm at, cause i'm fat | |
| Give me my propers after that, or i'll lay you on your fuckin back | |
| I leave you stumblin, niggaz know we're trouble when- | |
| -ever you see, m.o.p., g we be bubblin | |
| (bill is a real nigga) yeah bill is a real nigga | |
| Come on now, you're fuckin round with a ill figure | |
| I'm ringin bells on top of the line, you're blind | |
| Stevie wonder can see you niggaz can't fuck with me | |
| The lord tested, me and mine finessed it | |
| Word is bond we got it goin on no need for stressin | |
| My 40's the drug, you see i'm the (?) then i'ma leave it alone | |
| I'm out, get witcha maggot-ass player homes | |
| Yo this one goin out to my motherfuckin nigga p-lawn | |
| (yeah, to my nigga nigga man) | |
| To my nigga pit | |
| (my nigga bo) | |
| That nigga mcgruff | |
| (prince leroy, rest in peace) | |
| Spud mckenzie, rest in peace | |
| (to my brother big nal, rest in peace) | |
| Yeah.. m.o.p. up in the house! | |
| Billy danze holdin it down, y'knahmsayin? | |
| My nigga lil' fame, lazy laze | |
| Boo bang under the b's, black shawn, mcgruff | |
| Shit, my whole home team kid | |
| Hill figga niggaz | |
| Goin out in a blaze, yeah |
| chorus | |
| d ring ding f ring ding | |
| d ring ding f ring ding | |
| d ring ding f ring king motherfuckers | |
| d ring ding f ring ding | |
| d ring ding f ring ding | |
| d ring ding f ring king motherfuckers | |
| billy danze | |
| Yo, i' m ringin bells across the nation, ain' t nuttin changed | |
| Still hittin motherfuckers at point blank range | |
| If i ain' t in it to win it i wouldn' t be in it | |
| It' s billy danze, here me kid? lil' fame codefendant | |
| This little bastard can' t be tamed, he' s strange | |
| I wonder what the fuck be goin on through his brain | |
| Year of def jam while you' re cold chillin | |
| Shorty wanted props in hiphop cause he' s the last villain | |
| lil' fame | |
| Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record needle what' s my motherfuckin name? | |
| scratched: " lil' fame, lil' lil' fame" | |
| We ringin bells ring ding ring ding | |
| With that hardcore swing, fame and billy be doin the same thang | |
| The way, i' ma show you how | |
| Motherfuckers jump up, them motherfuckers get down.. | |
| Anybody that asks to battle | |
| You better pass, cause i' ma kick a bone out your ass | |
| A lot of people went and seen the movie " posse" | |
| But ain' t seen a real posse, until you seen the m. o. p. | |
| Chill kid, cause you gon' cause fame to get fatal | |
| Smash and mash your monkeyass like potatoes uhh | |
| You said it, you dead and, it ain' t hard to tell kid | |
| M fuckin o fuckin p' s ringin bells | |
| chorus | |
| lil' fame | |
| Yo, we makin moves while the herbs lookin silly | |
| Cause bill and fame' ll really spark ' em down like a phillie | |
| For real, when that nigga bill starts to puff his wheaties | |
| Niggaz calm down and play the wall like graffiti | |
| If i see, niggaz want it then i' ma give it to ' em | |
| Pull out the seventeen shot glock and i' ma do ' em | |
| Yo bill, i think we gotta bring the ruckus.. | |
| billy danze | |
| .. i' ma kill one of you motherfuckers | |
| Give me my propers ring ding, there it is where it at? | |
| ring ding all the ?? run each time we bust a cap | |
| everytime we bust a rhyme everytime we empty the clip | |
| everytime we threw you a hit everytime we split somebody shit | |
| Not really but illy is fame and billy and really you gotta know | |
| If it ain' t the m. o. p. then check this and you gotta go | |
| Let me show you where i' m at, cause i' m fat | |
| Give me my propers after that, or i' ll lay you on your fuckin back | |
| I leave you stumblin, niggaz know we' re trouble when | |
| ever you see, m. o. p., g we be bubblin | |
| bill is a real nigga yeah bill is a real nigga | |
| Come on now, you' re fuckin round with a ill figure | |
| I' m ringin bells on top of the line, you' re blind | |
| Stevie wonder can see you niggaz can' t fuck with me | |
| The lord tested, me and mine finessed it | |
| Word is bond we got it goin on no need for stressin | |
| My 40' s the drug, you see i' m the ? then i' ma leave it alone | |
| I' m out, get witcha maggotass player homes | |
| Yo this one goin out to my motherfuckin nigga plawn | |
| yeah, to my nigga nigga man | |
| To my nigga pit | |
| my nigga bo | |
| That nigga mcgruff | |
| prince leroy, rest in peace | |
| Spud mckenzie, rest in peace | |
| to my brother big nal, rest in peace | |
| Yeah.. m. o. p. up in the house! | |
| Billy danze holdin it down, y' knahmsayin? | |
| My nigga lil' fame, lazy laze | |
| Boo bang under the b' s, black shawn, mcgruff | |
| Shit, my whole home team kid | |
| Hill figga niggaz | |
| Goin out in a blaze, yeah |
| chorus | |
| d ring ding f ring ding | |
| d ring ding f ring ding | |
| d ring ding f ring king motherfuckers | |
| d ring ding f ring ding | |
| d ring ding f ring ding | |
| d ring ding f ring king motherfuckers | |
| billy danze | |
| Yo, i' m ringin bells across the nation, ain' t nuttin changed | |
| Still hittin motherfuckers at point blank range | |
| If i ain' t in it to win it i wouldn' t be in it | |
| It' s billy danze, here me kid? lil' fame codefendant | |
| This little bastard can' t be tamed, he' s strange | |
| I wonder what the fuck be goin on through his brain | |
| Year of def jam while you' re cold chillin | |
| Shorty wanted props in hiphop cause he' s the last villain | |
| lil' fame | |
| Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record needle what' s my motherfuckin name? | |
| scratched: " lil' fame, lil' lil' fame" | |
| We ringin bells ring ding ring ding | |
| With that hardcore swing, fame and billy be doin the same thang | |
| The way, i' ma show you how | |
| Motherfuckers jump up, them motherfuckers get down.. | |
| Anybody that asks to battle | |
| You better pass, cause i' ma kick a bone out your ass | |
| A lot of people went and seen the movie " posse" | |
| But ain' t seen a real posse, until you seen the m. o. p. | |
| Chill kid, cause you gon' cause fame to get fatal | |
| Smash and mash your monkeyass like potatoes uhh | |
| You said it, you dead and, it ain' t hard to tell kid | |
| M fuckin o fuckin p' s ringin bells | |
| chorus | |
| lil' fame | |
| Yo, we makin moves while the herbs lookin silly | |
| Cause bill and fame' ll really spark ' em down like a phillie | |
| For real, when that nigga bill starts to puff his wheaties | |
| Niggaz calm down and play the wall like graffiti | |
| If i see, niggaz want it then i' ma give it to ' em | |
| Pull out the seventeen shot glock and i' ma do ' em | |
| Yo bill, i think we gotta bring the ruckus.. | |
| billy danze | |
| .. i' ma kill one of you motherfuckers | |
| Give me my propers ring ding, there it is where it at? | |
| ring ding all the ?? run each time we bust a cap | |
| everytime we bust a rhyme everytime we empty the clip | |
| everytime we threw you a hit everytime we split somebody shit | |
| Not really but illy is fame and billy and really you gotta know | |
| If it ain' t the m. o. p. then check this and you gotta go | |
| Let me show you where i' m at, cause i' m fat | |
| Give me my propers after that, or i' ll lay you on your fuckin back | |
| I leave you stumblin, niggaz know we' re trouble when | |
| ever you see, m. o. p., g we be bubblin | |
| bill is a real nigga yeah bill is a real nigga | |
| Come on now, you' re fuckin round with a ill figure | |
| I' m ringin bells on top of the line, you' re blind | |
| Stevie wonder can see you niggaz can' t fuck with me | |
| The lord tested, me and mine finessed it | |
| Word is bond we got it goin on no need for stressin | |
| My 40' s the drug, you see i' m the ? then i' ma leave it alone | |
| I' m out, get witcha maggotass player homes | |
| Yo this one goin out to my motherfuckin nigga plawn | |
| yeah, to my nigga nigga man | |
| To my nigga pit | |
| my nigga bo | |
| That nigga mcgruff | |
| prince leroy, rest in peace | |
| Spud mckenzie, rest in peace | |
| to my brother big nal, rest in peace | |
| Yeah.. m. o. p. up in the house! | |
| Billy danze holdin it down, y' knahmsayin? | |
| My nigga lil' fame, lazy laze | |
| Boo bang under the b' s, black shawn, mcgruff | |
| Shit, my whole home team kid | |
| Hill figga niggaz | |
| Goin out in a blaze, yeah |
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