Ring It Lyrics
| Song | Ring It |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Artist | Spice 1 |
| Artist | Keek Tha Sneak |
| Artist | 3X Krazy |
| Artist | Harm |
| Album | Tha Hall Of Game |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gilmour, Green, Stevens ... | |
| (forty fonzarelli's answering machine) | |
| Aight, what's really? you hit my lifer number | |
| This sick wid it/jive records | |
| Leave your message at the beep *beep* | |
| Hah! mmmhmmm. yeah, uhh... on my pager! | |
| What you say? oh yeah. kick that shit then nigga! | |
| Verse one: keek tha sneak, e-40, spice-1 | |
| Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the o-a-k | |
| Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin up a vay | |
| Licked it three times, laced it with the alize | |
| About twomp a day, baby hit me frequent-lay! | |
| Sneak, and forty, from chocolate short-ay, we been | |
| All prepared, cause my nights is no day, the broad say | |
| I last! cause you six months | |
| But i say, she pullin a gang of major stunts | |
| Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you're doin the do | |
| Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twenty-two | |
| In the area! dirt and dust | |
| Where the yah! b.a. plus | |
| But ain't yo sista suga-t? (suga-t) | |
| Ain't you the one that say sprinkle me (sprinkle me) | |
| I loves me some forty-ridah | |
| I seen you up in 2pac's video poppin your collar | |
| I play this playa shit like bugs bunny | |
| Ain't no cartoon figure nigga i makes money, ain't nuttin funny | |
| If you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell | |
| And leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number | |
| B-uh-benzy on washington, on the cellular phone | |
| You could tell that the easy bay was his home | |
| My people goin off like a high school build' | |
| And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell | |
| M-uh-mobbin like a playa, but i'm still a g doe | |
| Pager goin off like c-3po | |
| Time for the hurricane, e said word | |
| I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| If it's major, hit me on my pager | |
| Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it, ring my telephone, ring my telephone | |
| Verse two: e-40, harm | |
| I be so rebel-yalous | |
| When i'm talkin on my phone-telyalous | |
| You can have my baitch, but i maintain | |
| I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game | |
| She said you must be playin some kind of phone tag | |
| Cause erytime i hit you, you don't hit me back | |
| Why is dat? cause you're hella hard to get in contact with | |
| Thought you thought, was killin big girl was crackin on some crabs | |
| Six o'clock, the girl said that's my crib be at the west plus | |
| Due to go, left me at home be leavin my ass up in the living room all alone | |
| And i be starvin rubbin my monkey fiendin for some donkey kong | |
| Now you're talkin, let's get the show on the road | |
| I know you're tired of barkin, you need to hop on my load | |
| So we can stab out, strike rock and arroyo park | |
| At the top of hill, so i can check your oil | |
| I said ah one to the two ah two to two three | |
| Tell me why your baby momma keep on pagin me | |
| I didn't give the hoe the number, so why does she call | |
| She says she wanna do me, and all of y'all | |
| But i'm like that nigga on the mack, i don't want the honey | |
| I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile | |
| I'm sellin my piece to these tricks cause it's the paperchase | |
| Laced with game, see i'm livin in the hustlers dream | |
| Call up a player if it's major | |
| Specially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: sneak, e-40 | |
| Rang it, baby gimme a call | |
| My name you're screamin, how i be hittin them walls | |
| You got me tinglin, how you be workin them drawers | |
| With a kiss i make em all say this, yeah that's raw | |
| I glance your cut, bass we uhh, big cheeks | |
| With a blast headin straight for the nut, big a&h | |
| Got some bitches all in the cut, it's that season | |
| Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up | |
| Yo, you're nine-one-oneing me to death, what's all that fo' | |
| Got my williams and fillin my pager and pager on the overflo' | |
| What's happenin with all that old bullshit | |
| Is it really all that damn serious | |
| You're draining the hell out of my battery | |
| Got your partner thinkin curious | |
| Cause in the y-e-a a-r-e-a the game ain't constipated | |
| Buckin around in the golden state where the game originated | |
| Fools be scandalous they used to be squares be turnin vicious | |
| Hit me on pager, hit me if it's major | |
| Chorus 2x |
| zuo ci : Gilmour, Green, Stevens ... | |
| forty fonzarelli' s answering machine | |
| Aight, what' s really? you hit my lifer number | |
| This sick wid it jive records | |
| Leave your message at the beep beep | |
| Hah! mmmhmmm. yeah, uhh... on my pager! | |
| What you say? oh yeah. kick that shit then nigga! | |
| Verse one: keek tha sneak, e40, spice1 | |
| Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the oak | |
| Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin up a vay | |
| Licked it three times, laced it with the alize | |
| About twomp a day, baby hit me frequentlay! | |
| Sneak, and forty, from chocolate shortay, we been | |
| All prepared, cause my nights is no day, the broad say | |
| I last! cause you six months | |
| But i say, she pullin a gang of major stunts | |
| Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you' re doin the do | |
| Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twentytwo | |
| In the area! dirt and dust | |
| Where the yah! b. a. plus | |
| But ain' t yo sista sugat? sugat | |
| Ain' t you the one that say sprinkle me sprinkle me | |
| I loves me some fortyridah | |
| I seen you up in 2pac' s video poppin your collar | |
| I play this playa shit like bugs bunny | |
| Ain' t no cartoon figure nigga i makes money, ain' t nuttin funny | |
| If you' re ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell | |
| And leave oneeightyseven, at the end of the number | |
| Buhbenzy on washington, on the cellular phone | |
| You could tell that the easy bay was his home | |
| My people goin off like a high school build' | |
| And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell | |
| Muhmobbin like a playa, but i' m still a g doe | |
| Pager goin off like c3po | |
| Time for the hurricane, e said word | |
| I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| If it' s major, hit me on my pager | |
| Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it, ring my telephone, ring my telephone | |
| Verse two: e40, harm | |
| I be so rebelyalous | |
| When i' m talkin on my phonetelyalous | |
| You can have my baitch, but i maintain | |
| I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game | |
| She said you must be playin some kind of phone tag | |
| Cause erytime i hit you, you don' t hit me back | |
| Why is dat? cause you' re hella hard to get in contact with | |
| Thought you thought, was killin big girl was crackin on some crabs | |
| Six o' clock, the girl said that' s my crib be at the west plus | |
| Due to go, left me at home be leavin my ass up in the living room all alone | |
| And i be starvin rubbin my monkey fiendin for some donkey kong | |
| Now you' re talkin, let' s get the show on the road | |
| I know you' re tired of barkin, you need to hop on my load | |
| So we can stab out, strike rock and arroyo park | |
| At the top of hill, so i can check your oil | |
| I said ah one to the two ah two to two three | |
| Tell me why your baby momma keep on pagin me | |
| I didn' t give the hoe the number, so why does she call | |
| She says she wanna do me, and all of y' all | |
| But i' m like that nigga on the mack, i don' t want the honey | |
| I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile | |
| I' m sellin my piece to these tricks cause it' s the paperchase | |
| Laced with game, see i' m livin in the hustlers dream | |
| Call up a player if it' s major | |
| Specially if it' s scrilla nigga hit me on my pager | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: sneak, e40 | |
| Rang it, baby gimme a call | |
| My name you' re screamin, how i be hittin them walls | |
| You got me tinglin, how you be workin them drawers | |
| With a kiss i make em all say this, yeah that' s raw | |
| I glance your cut, bass we uhh, big cheeks | |
| With a blast headin straight for the nut, big a h | |
| Got some bitches all in the cut, it' s that season | |
| Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up | |
| Yo, you' re nineoneoneing me to death, what' s all that fo' | |
| Got my williams and fillin my pager and pager on the overflo' | |
| What' s happenin with all that old bullshit | |
| Is it really all that damn serious | |
| You' re draining the hell out of my battery | |
| Got your partner thinkin curious | |
| Cause in the yea area the game ain' t constipated | |
| Buckin around in the golden state where the game originated | |
| Fools be scandalous they used to be squares be turnin vicious | |
| Hit me on pager, hit me if it' s major | |
| Chorus 2x |
| zuò cí : Gilmour, Green, Stevens ... | |
| forty fonzarelli' s answering machine | |
| Aight, what' s really? you hit my lifer number | |
| This sick wid it jive records | |
| Leave your message at the beep beep | |
| Hah! mmmhmmm. yeah, uhh... on my pager! | |
| What you say? oh yeah. kick that shit then nigga! | |
| Verse one: keek tha sneak, e40, spice1 | |
| Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the oak | |
| Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin up a vay | |
| Licked it three times, laced it with the alize | |
| About twomp a day, baby hit me frequentlay! | |
| Sneak, and forty, from chocolate shortay, we been | |
| All prepared, cause my nights is no day, the broad say | |
| I last! cause you six months | |
| But i say, she pullin a gang of major stunts | |
| Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you' re doin the do | |
| Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twentytwo | |
| In the area! dirt and dust | |
| Where the yah! b. a. plus | |
| But ain' t yo sista sugat? sugat | |
| Ain' t you the one that say sprinkle me sprinkle me | |
| I loves me some fortyridah | |
| I seen you up in 2pac' s video poppin your collar | |
| I play this playa shit like bugs bunny | |
| Ain' t no cartoon figure nigga i makes money, ain' t nuttin funny | |
| If you' re ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell | |
| And leave oneeightyseven, at the end of the number | |
| Buhbenzy on washington, on the cellular phone | |
| You could tell that the easy bay was his home | |
| My people goin off like a high school build' | |
| And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell | |
| Muhmobbin like a playa, but i' m still a g doe | |
| Pager goin off like c3po | |
| Time for the hurricane, e said word | |
| I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| If it' s major, hit me on my pager | |
| Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it, ring my telephone, ring my telephone | |
| Verse two: e40, harm | |
| I be so rebelyalous | |
| When i' m talkin on my phonetelyalous | |
| You can have my baitch, but i maintain | |
| I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game | |
| She said you must be playin some kind of phone tag | |
| Cause erytime i hit you, you don' t hit me back | |
| Why is dat? cause you' re hella hard to get in contact with | |
| Thought you thought, was killin big girl was crackin on some crabs | |
| Six o' clock, the girl said that' s my crib be at the west plus | |
| Due to go, left me at home be leavin my ass up in the living room all alone | |
| And i be starvin rubbin my monkey fiendin for some donkey kong | |
| Now you' re talkin, let' s get the show on the road | |
| I know you' re tired of barkin, you need to hop on my load | |
| So we can stab out, strike rock and arroyo park | |
| At the top of hill, so i can check your oil | |
| I said ah one to the two ah two to two three | |
| Tell me why your baby momma keep on pagin me | |
| I didn' t give the hoe the number, so why does she call | |
| She says she wanna do me, and all of y' all | |
| But i' m like that nigga on the mack, i don' t want the honey | |
| I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile | |
| I' m sellin my piece to these tricks cause it' s the paperchase | |
| Laced with game, see i' m livin in the hustlers dream | |
| Call up a player if it' s major | |
| Specially if it' s scrilla nigga hit me on my pager | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: sneak, e40 | |
| Rang it, baby gimme a call | |
| My name you' re screamin, how i be hittin them walls | |
| You got me tinglin, how you be workin them drawers | |
| With a kiss i make em all say this, yeah that' s raw | |
| I glance your cut, bass we uhh, big cheeks | |
| With a blast headin straight for the nut, big a h | |
| Got some bitches all in the cut, it' s that season | |
| Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up | |
| Yo, you' re nineoneoneing me to death, what' s all that fo' | |
| Got my williams and fillin my pager and pager on the overflo' | |
| What' s happenin with all that old bullshit | |
| Is it really all that damn serious | |
| You' re draining the hell out of my battery | |
| Got your partner thinkin curious | |
| Cause in the yea area the game ain' t constipated | |
| Buckin around in the golden state where the game originated | |
| Fools be scandalous they used to be squares be turnin vicious | |
| Hit me on pager, hit me if it' s major | |
| Chorus 2x |
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