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*(knocking)* |
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Verse 1 *(Numskull)* |
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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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*(Chorus)* |
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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 hoe 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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*(Chorus)* |
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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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*(Chorus)* |
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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 hoe |
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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! |