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    E-40 / Lyrics

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    "Ring It" Lyrics

    E-40 feat. Keak Da Sneak and Spice 1

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    Aight, what's really?
    You hit my liker number
    This Sick Wid It, Jive Records
    Leave your message at the beep

    Yeah, on my pager
    What you say?
    Oh yeah
    Kick that shit then nigga

    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 frequently
    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
    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

    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

    If it's major, hit me on my pager
    Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
    Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
    If it's major, hit me on my pager
    Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
    Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

    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 every time 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 paper chase
    Laced with game, see I'm livin' in the hustlers dream, call up a player
    If it's major, especially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager

    If it's major, hit me on my pager
    Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
    Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
    If it's major, hit me on my pager
    Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
    Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

    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, 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 911ing 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

    If it's major, hit me on my pager
    Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
    Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
    If it's major, hit me on my pager
    Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
    Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

    If it's major, hit me on my pager
    Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
    Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
    If it's major, hit me on my pager
    Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it
    Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

    Ring my telephone, ring my telephone
    Ring, ring, ring, ring it
    Ring my telephone
    Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring
    You better ring my telephone
    This song was submitted on December 26th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Anthony Douglas Gilmour, Charles Williams, Earl T Stevens, Robert Lee Jr Green, Rodney Walker.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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