Ring It de E-40 |
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Letra de Ring It
(forty fonzarellis answering machine)
Aight, whats 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 youre 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 aint yo sista suga-t? (suga-t)
Aint you the one that say sprinkle me (sprinkle me)
I loves me some forty-ridah
I seen you up in 2pacs video poppin your collar
I play this playa shit like bugs bunny
Aint no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, aint nuttin funny
If youre 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 Im 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 its 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 Im 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 dont hit me back
Why is dat? cause youre hella hard to get in contact with
Thought you thought, was killin big girl was crackin on some crabs
Six oclock, the girl said thats 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 youre talkin, lets get the show on the road
I know youre 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 didnt give the hoe the number, so why does she call
She says she wanna do me, and all of yall
But Im like that nigga on the mack, I dont want the honey
I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile
Im sellin my piece to these tricks cause its the paperchase
Laced with game, see Im livin in the hustlers dream
Call up a player if its major
Specially if its scrilla nigga hit me on my pager
Chorus
Verse three: sneak, e-40
Rang it, baby gimme a call
My name youre 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 thats 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, its that season
Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up
Yo, youre nine-one-oneing me to death, whats all that fo
Got my williams and fillin my pager and pager on the overflo
Whats happenin with all that old bullshit
Is it really all that damn serious
Youre draining the hell out of my battery
Got your partner thinkin curious
Cause in the y-e-a a-r-e-a the game aint 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 its major
Chorus 2x |
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