Lyrics Ring It - E-40 , Spice 1 , Keak da Sneak
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
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
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
Album
Tha Hall of Game
1 Record Haters
2 Rapper's Ball
3 Growing Up
4 Million Dollar Spot
5 Million Dollar Spot (feat. 2Pac & B-Legit)
6 Mack Minister
7 I Wanna Thank You
8 The Story
9 My Drinking Club
10 My Drinking Club
11 Ring It
12 Ring It
13 Pimp Talk
14 Keep Pimpin'
15 I Like What You Do to Me
16 Things'll Never Change
17 Things'll Never Change
18 It Is What It Is
19 Smebbin'
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