Harm - Ring It lyrics

Artist: E-40 f/SPice-1, Keek tha Sneak, Harm Album: Tha Hall of Game Song: Ring It (Forty Fonzarelli's answering machine) Aight, what's 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 sh** then n***a! 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 n***as, consequences when you're doin the do f** 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 sh** like Bugs Bunny Ain't no cartoon figure n***a 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 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 I'm still a G doe Pager goin off like C-3PO Time for the Hurricane, E said word I put a n***a on his back, f** what you heard Chorus: repeat 2X If it's 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 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 erytime 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 k**in 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 a** 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 ho the number, so why does she call She says she wanna do me, and all of y'all But I'm like that n***a on The Mack, I don't want the honey I want the money some of you n***as is funny style and meanwhile I'm sellin my piece to these tricks cause it's the paperchase Laced with game, see I'm livin in the hustlers dream Call up a player if it's major Specially if it's scrilla n***a hit me on my pager Chorus Verse Three: Sneak, E-40 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, ba** we uhh, big cheeks With a blast headin straight for the nut, big A&H Got some b**hes all in the cut, it's that season Drop my number to the ho to hit me up Yo, you're nine-one-oneing me to d**h, what's all that fo' Got my Williams and fillin my pager and pager on the overflo' What's happenin with all that old bullsh** 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 Chorus 2X