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 |