Lyrics Ring My Bell - Luniz
*(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'
ass
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
hoe
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
ass
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
ass
kicked,
they
said
I
looked
suspicious
And
all
of
the
traffic
got
my
black
ass
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
ass
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
ass
cock
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
ass
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
butterfly?
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
hoe
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!
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