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Viewing Lyrics for Ring It:

Artist:E 40
No album artwork found
Album:Tha Hall Of Game
Track:Ring It
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:1189
 
Lyrics:Featuring SPice 1 Keek Tha Sneak Harm]
(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
 
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