Ring It - 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 Bust bust niggaz consequences when you're doin' the do F**k 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 f**k 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 404

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