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