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
Date of issue: 14.01.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Numworld Entertainment
Song language: English
Ring My Bell |
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… |
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 ho 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… |
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… |
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 ho |
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! |