Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ring a Bell, artist - David Dallas. Album song Hood Country Club, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.04.2017
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
Ring a Bell |
| Young and thirsty for some recognition |
| Sittin' up at Manukau talkin' to the girls like they were women |
| Just a boy tryna' be a man |
| Tryna' keep it pimping |
| Dreaming of a life with no inhibitions |
| Not just tryna' fit in |
| I’m tryna' be the one they notice, talkin' 'bout |
| Me and? |
| rubbin' shoulders, talkin' 'bout |
| Me turnin' heads up at Hunter’s Corner |
| Way before we could turn the club into a fuckin' sauna |
| I knew that I wanted something like that |
| I wanna' fuckin' shine |
| Don’t want to stand in the queue, I wanna' jump the line |
| Now when I hit the night spots bouncers know the time |
| Now when I drop a new flow people know it’s mine |
| Did you notice I’m comin' off a little brash |
| You would say I beat the odds if you did the math |
| Same people used to front, now tryna' kiss my ass |
| Yellin' out «Aye D. D» |
| Shit reminds me of the old days |
| I’m gettin' back to my old ways |
| Used to really want a gold chain, mean gears, new car |
| And everyone to know who we are |
| Does my name ring a bell now? |
| Does my name ring a bell now? |
| Does my name ring a bell now? |
| Like *bring* ding, dong |
| That’s the type of shit that I’m on |
| Guess some things don’t ever change |
| Guess some things don’t ever change |
| So tell me, does my name ring a bell now? |
| Talkin' like ring, ding, dong |
| If it don’t it will before long |
| Does my name ring a bell now? |
| Couple years back it was the worst |
| December 13th, still tryna' find a gig for the 31st |
| Actin' like they never heard a verse |
| Booking agents saying that it’s quiet, you might have to look for work |
| You might have to switch it up |
| Fr-enemies droppin' hints |
| Maybe this shit ain’t for you |
| Maybe you should give it up |
| Maybe I’m just crazy and refuse to admit it |
| But fuck it, go grab the credit card it’s time to push the limit up |
| Got a couple bills past due, need the quicker bucks |
| Me and Shea had a plan, all we need’s a little luck |
| Fast-forward four years, now it’s a different buzz |
| Her runnin' so much, I’m gettin' sick of us |
| Seein' rave reviews gettin' written up |
| Gotta mention me if you talkin' 'bout who’s rippin' up |
| Gotta know the name, can’t act like you don’t give a fuck |
| Shit is no biggie but I still gotta hit 'em up |
| I hold that on my mind |
| 24/7, that’s three-six-five |
| Papatoe from the oh-nine? |
| When you see me out now you know |
| Shit reminds me of the old days |
| I’m gettin' back to my old ways |
| Used to really want a gold chain, mean gears, new car |
| And everyone to know who we are |
| Does my name ring a bell now? |
| Does my name ring a bell now? |
| Does my name ring a bell now? |
| Like *bring* ding, dong |
| That’s the type of shit that I’m on |
| Does my name ring a bell now? |
| Does my name ring a bell now? |
| Does my name ring a bell now? |
| Talkin' like ring, ding, dong |
| If it don’t it will before long |
| Does my name ring a bell now? |