Текст песни E-40 -  Ring It   
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(Forty Fonzarelli`s answering machine) 
        Aight, what`s really?  You hit my lifer number 
        This Sick Wid It/Jive Records 
        Leave 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, rollin up a vay 
Licked it three times, laced it with the Alize 
About twomp a day, baby hit me frequent-lay! 
Sneak, and Forty, from chocolate short-ay, we been 
all prepared, cause my nights is no day, the broad say 
I last!  Cause you six months 
But I say, she pullin 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. Plus 
But ain`t yo sista Suga-T? (Suga-T) 
Ain`t you the one that say Sprinkle Me (Sprinkle Me) 
I loves me some Forty-Ridah 
I seen you up in 2Pac`s video poppin your collar 
 
I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny 
Ain`t no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain`t nuttin funny 
If you`re ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell 
and leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number 
B-uh-Benzy on Washington, on the cellular phone 
You could tell that the Easy Bay was his home 
My people goin off like a high school build` 
And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell 
M-uh-mobbin like a playa, but I`m still a G doe 
Pager goin off like 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 telephone, ring my telephone 
 
Verse Two: E-40, Harm 
 
I be so rebel-yalous 
When I`m talkin on my phone-telyalous 
You can have my baitch, but I maintain 
I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game 
She said you must be playin some kind of phone tag 
Cause erytime I hit you, you don`t hit me back 
Why is dat?  Cause you`re hella hard to get in contact with 
Thought you thought, was killin big girl was crackin on some crabs 
Six o`clock, the girl said that`s my crib be at the West plus 
due to go, left me at home be leavin my ass up in the living room all alone 
And I be starvin rubbin my monkey fiendin for some Donkey Kong 
Now you`re talkin, let`s get the show on the road 
I know you`re tired of barkin, you need to hop on my load 
So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park 
at the top of hill, so I can check your oil 
 
I said ah one to the two ah two to two three 
Tell me why your baby momma keep on pagin me 
I didn`t give the hoe the number, so why does she call 
She says she wanna do me, and all of y`all 
But I`m like that nigga on The Mack, I don`t want the honey 
I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile 
I`m sellin my piece to these tricks cause it`s the paperchase 
laced with game, see I`m livin in the hustlers dream 
Call up a player if it`s major 
Specially if it`s scrilla nigga hit me on my pager 
 
Chorus 
 
Verse Three: Sneak, E-40 
 
Rang it, baby gimme a call 
My name you`re screamin, how I be hittin them walls 
You got me tinglin, how you be workin them drawers 
With a kiss I make em all say this, yeah that`s raw 
I glance your cut, bass we uhh, big cheeks 
with a blast headin straight for the nut, big A&H 
got some bitches all 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 all that fo` 
Got my Williams and fillin my pager and pager on the overflo` 
What`s happenin with all that old bullshit 
is it really all that damn serious 
You`re draining the hell 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 Golden State where the game originated 
Fools be scandalous they used to be squares be turnin vicious 
Hit me on pager, hit me if it`s major 
 
Chorus 2X