Ring It Lyrics - Tha Hall Of Game - E-40

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 

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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 

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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