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E-40 lyrics : "Ring It"

(feat. Spice 1, Keak Da 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 %#@! then ^!$$%!


[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 ^!$$%z, consequences when you're doin the do
$#&@ 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 %#@! like Bugs Bunny
Ain't no cartoon figure ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% on his back, $#&@ 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 $$# 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 ^!$$% on The Mack, I don't want the honey
I want the money some of you ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% 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 (*##$es 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 bull%#@!
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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