D-Flow Production Squad - Ring My Bell lyrics

*(knocking)* Verse 1 *(Numskull)* Damn What's up!? (It's me mayne, Money Green!) I'm tired of no good people poppin up on the scene I'm talkin' about them "buy-no" bro's Don't buy no Hamps, don't buy no liquor Smoke yo whole bundle type "buy-no" folks Be showin' up at yo door step Got yo whole block hot Takin' off they shoes like yo house is a sock hop (STOP! In the name of the law!) Show up again on the strip, you gettin' floor (I ain't got no where to go!) I can't help that there bro I got problems of my own, what you all in my hair for? I can't help you wit the pain you got, but I'm a tell you one mo' Time... *(Chorus)* Do not Ring My Bell! But you can give me a page Do not Ring My Bell! But you can give me a page No, don't you ring it! Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* Ring the alarm! Another dope fiends callin', haulin' a** to my door cuz I'm ballin' All in my buildin', wakin' up grown folks children Now they complainin' claimin' that I'm dope dealin' I'm still in bed, four fifty-four in the mornin' Me and my ho yawnin' And there goes the bill on the noon, and yo it don't stop He claimin' that he smoke rock, and better take yo a** to the dope spot Fool I tote Glocks, and I'm the type that blasted I closed the door, and so you know 5-0 went past it I got my a** kicked, they said I looked suspicious And all of the traffic got my black a** evicted Inflicted by the drug clientel They ask a lie in hell But now I'm lyin' in a cell Wit no bail like the Goodfellas I'm gonna tell ya... *(Chorus)* Never ever Ring My Bell! But you can give me a page Do not Ring My Bell! But you can give me a page No, don't you ring it! Verse 3 *(Numskull)* Man, why ya'll still knockin'!? I'm fed up wit that Now I think ya'll plottin' Tryin' to case my house Scopin' out my cabbage (it's cool!) I should start shootin' folks in the a** hole Cuz I'd a told 'em before, but they still come at will So now this time, I think that some blood should spill It ain't juss dudes it's hoes too My house ain't the spot! Smellin' up my crib wit yo dirty a** co*k My broad findin' out is what I'm fearin' Showin' up wit out notice, leavin' photos and earings People knockin at my door, it ain't me it's different strokes So you can go on, leave and get yo Note Playa hatas Betta save a, quarter So you can hit me on my pager Keep comin' and I'm a mow ya Cuz I.... *(Chorus)* Told you not to Ring My Bell! But you can give me that page I told you not to Ring My Bell! But you can give me a page No, don't you ring it! Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)* 1 and a 2 and a 3 Hoes wanna do it to Num, Dru and me She screw me and do me like V.V.D A hoochie Poppin' that coochie like an O.G. off the VSOP And you know we had to work that fat a** orgy! When I was on the turf, hoes used to smirk and straight ignore me Now it Georgie-Porgie, put in pie Couldn't I Be in yo video half naked doin' the bu*terfly? Wit some other guy tattooed straight on your titty A pretty Freakin' all the ballers in the city You tried to rigg me But once it's done, once a ho 8 months pregnant, but you know we did it 4 months ago And yo! I had the J the I the M So whoever went wrong you betta ask them And baby I ain't the one And I couldn't of You shouldn't have Ring My Bell! You shoulda gave me a page You shouldn't have Ring My Bell! You shoulda gave me a page No, you shouldn't have ring it!