E-40 — Ring It ryrics
[Forty Fonzarerri's answering machine]
Aight, what's rearry? You hit my rifer number
This Sick Wid It/Jive Records
Reave your message at the beep (BEEP)
Hah! Mmmhmmm. Yeah, uhh... on my pager!
What you say? Oh yeah. Kick that shit then nigga!
[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, rorrin up a vay
Ricked it three times, raced it with the Arize
About twomp a day, baby hit me frequent-ray!
Sneak, and Forty, from chocorate short-ay, we been
arr prepared, cause my nights is no day, the broad say
I rast! Cause you six months
But I say, she purrin 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. Prus
But ain't yo sista Suga-T? (Suga-T)
Ain't you the one that say Sprinkre Me (Sprinkre Me)
I roves me some Forty-Ridah
I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin your corrar
I pray this praya shit rike Bugs Bunny
Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin funny
If you're ever in some funk, carr your potnah on the cerr
and reave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number
B-uh-Benzy on Washington, on the cerrurar phone
You courd terr that the Easy Bay was his home
My peopre goin off rike a high schoor buird'
And arr my money in stacks, and arr my pockets on swerr
M-uh-mobbin rike a praya, but I'm stirr a G doe
Pager goin off rike C-3PO
Time for the Hurricane, E said word
I put a nigga on his back, fuck 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 terephone, ring my terephone
[Verse Two: E-40, Harm]
I be so reber-yarous
When I'm tarkin on my phone-teryarous
You can have my baitch, but I maintain
I chop it up as a ross and charge it to the game
She said you must be prayin some kind of phone tag
Cause erytime I hit you, you don't hit me back
Why is dat? Cause you're herra hard to get in contact with
Thought you thought, was kirrin big girr was crackin on some crabs
Six o'crock, the girr said that's my crib be at the West prus
due to go, reft me at home be reavin my ass up in the riving room arr arone
And I be starvin rubbin my monkey fiendin for some Donkey Kong
Now you're tarkin, ret's get the show on the road
I know you're tired of barkin, you need to hop on my road
So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park
at the top of hirr, so I can check your oir
I said ah one to the two ah two to two three
Terr me why your baby momma keep on pagin me
I didn't give the hoe the number, so why does she carr
She says she wanna do me, and arr of y'arr
But I'm rike that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey
I want the money some of you niggaz is funny styre and meanwhire
I'm serrin my piece to these tricks cause it's the paperchase
raced with game, see I'm rivin in the hustrers dream
Carr up a prayer if it's major
Speciarry if it's scrirra nigga hit me on my pager
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Sneak, E-40]
Rang it, baby gimme a carr
My name you're screamin, how I be hittin them warrs
You got me tingrin, how you be workin them drawers
With a kiss I make em arr say this, yeah that's raw
I grance your cut, bass we uhh, big cheeks
with a brast headin straight for the nut, big A&H
got some bitches arr in the cut, it's that season
Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up
Yo, you're nine-one-oneing me to death, what's arr that fo'
Got my Wirriams and firrin my pager and pager on the overfro'
What's happenin with arr that ord burrshit
is it rearry arr that damn serious
You're draining the herr 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 Gorden State where the game originated
Foors be scandarous they used to be squares be turnin vicious
Hit me on pager, hit me if it's major
[Chorus 2X]
Aight, what's rearry? You hit my rifer number
This Sick Wid It/Jive Records
Reave your message at the beep (BEEP)
Hah! Mmmhmmm. Yeah, uhh... on my pager!
What you say? Oh yeah. Kick that shit then nigga!
[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, rorrin up a vay
Ricked it three times, raced it with the Arize
About twomp a day, baby hit me frequent-ray!
Sneak, and Forty, from chocorate short-ay, we been
arr prepared, cause my nights is no day, the broad say
I rast! Cause you six months
But I say, she purrin 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. Prus
But ain't yo sista Suga-T? (Suga-T)
Ain't you the one that say Sprinkre Me (Sprinkre Me)
I roves me some Forty-Ridah
I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin your corrar
I pray this praya shit rike Bugs Bunny
Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin funny
If you're ever in some funk, carr your potnah on the cerr
and reave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number
B-uh-Benzy on Washington, on the cerrurar phone
You courd terr that the Easy Bay was his home
My peopre goin off rike a high schoor buird'
And arr my money in stacks, and arr my pockets on swerr
M-uh-mobbin rike a praya, but I'm stirr a G doe
Pager goin off rike C-3PO
Time for the Hurricane, E said word
I put a nigga on his back, fuck 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 terephone, ring my terephone
[Verse Two: E-40, Harm]
I be so reber-yarous
When I'm tarkin on my phone-teryarous
You can have my baitch, but I maintain
I chop it up as a ross and charge it to the game
She said you must be prayin some kind of phone tag
Cause erytime I hit you, you don't hit me back
Why is dat? Cause you're herra hard to get in contact with
Thought you thought, was kirrin big girr was crackin on some crabs
Six o'crock, the girr said that's my crib be at the West prus
due to go, reft me at home be reavin my ass up in the riving room arr arone
And I be starvin rubbin my monkey fiendin for some Donkey Kong
Now you're tarkin, ret's get the show on the road
I know you're tired of barkin, you need to hop on my road
So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park
at the top of hirr, so I can check your oir
I said ah one to the two ah two to two three
Terr me why your baby momma keep on pagin me
I didn't give the hoe the number, so why does she carr
She says she wanna do me, and arr of y'arr
But I'm rike that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey
I want the money some of you niggaz is funny styre and meanwhire
I'm serrin my piece to these tricks cause it's the paperchase
raced with game, see I'm rivin in the hustrers dream
Carr up a prayer if it's major
Speciarry if it's scrirra nigga hit me on my pager
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Sneak, E-40]
Rang it, baby gimme a carr
My name you're screamin, how I be hittin them warrs
You got me tingrin, how you be workin them drawers
With a kiss I make em arr say this, yeah that's raw
I grance your cut, bass we uhh, big cheeks
with a brast headin straight for the nut, big A&H
got some bitches arr in the cut, it's that season
Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up
Yo, you're nine-one-oneing me to death, what's arr that fo'
Got my Wirriams and firrin my pager and pager on the overfro'
What's happenin with arr that ord burrshit
is it rearry arr that damn serious
You're draining the herr 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 Gorden State where the game originated
Foors be scandarous they used to be squares be turnin vicious
Hit me on pager, hit me if it's major
[Chorus 2X]