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Ring It (E-40)
   
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Title: Ring It
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E-40
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(Forty Fonzarelli's answering machine) Aightwhat's really? You hit my lifer number This Sick Wid It/Jive Records Leave your message at the beep *BEEP* Hah! Mmmhmmm. Yeahuhh... on my pager! What you say? Oh yeah. Kick that shit then nigga! Verse One: Keek tha SneakE-40Spice-1 Higher than a birdoff that herbin the O-A-K Off on pervparked on curbrollin up a vay Licked it three timeslaced it with the Alize About twomp a daybaby hit me frequent-lay! Sneakand Fortyfrom chocolate short-aywe been all preparedcause my nights is no daythe broad say I last! Cause you six months But I sayshe pullin a gang of major stunts Bustbust niggazconsequences 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 moneyain't nuttin funny If you're ever in some funkcall your potnah on the cell and leave one-eighty-sevenat the end of the number B-uh-Benzy on Washingtonon 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 stacksand all my pockets on swell M-uh-mobbin like a playabut I'm still a G doe Pager goin off like C-3PO Time for the HurricaneE said word I put a nigga on his backfuck what you heard Chorus: repeat 2X If it's majorhit me on my pager Rang itring itrang itring itring my telephonering my telephone Verse Two: E-40Harm I be so rebel-yalous When I'm talkin on my phone-telyalous You can have my baitchbut 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 youyou don't hit me back Why is dat? Cause you're hella hard to get in contact with Thought you thoughtwas killin big girl was crackin on some crabs Six o'clockthe girl said that's my crib be at the West plus due to goleft 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 talkinlet's get the show on the road I know you're tired of barkinyou need to hop on my load So we can stab outstrike rock and Arroyo Park at the top of hillso 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 numberso why does she call She says she wanna do meand all of y'all But I'm like that nigga on The MackI 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 gamesee 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: SneakE-40 Rang itbaby gimme a call My name you're screaminhow I be hittin them walls You got me tinglinhow you be workin them drawers With a kiss I make em all say thisyeah that's raw I glance your cutbass we uhhbig cheeks with a blast headin straight for the nutbig A&H got some bitches all in the cutit's that season Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up Yoyou're nine-one-oneing me to deathwhat'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 pagerhit me if it's major Chorus 2X  

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