Songtext Ring my bell Luniz

Ring my bell

*(knocking)*

Verse 1 *(numskull)*

Damn
Whats up!?
(its me mayne, money green!)
Im tired of no good people poppin up on the scene
Im talkin about them buy-no bros
Dont buy no hamps, dont 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 aint got no where to go!)
I cant help that there bro
I got problems of my own, what you all in my hair for?
I cant help you wit the pain you got, but Im a tell you one mo
Time...

*(chorus)*

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, dont you ring it!

Verse 2 *(yukmouth)*

Ring the alarm!
Another dope fiends callin, haulin ass to my door cuz Im ballin
All in my buildin, wakin up grown folks children
Now they complainin claimin that Im dope dealin
Im still in bed, four fifty-four in the mornin
Me and my hoe yawnin
And there goes the bill on the noon, and yo it dont stop
He claimin that he smoke rock, and better take yo ass to the dope spot
Fool I tote glocks, and Im 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 Im lyin in a cell
Wit no bail like the goodfellas
Im gonna tell ya...

*(chorus)*

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, dont you ring it!

Verse 3 *(numskull)*

Man, why yall still knockin!?
Im fed up wit that
Now I think yall plottin
Tryin to case my house
Scopin out my cabbage (its cool!)
I should start shootin folks in the ass hole
Cuz Id a told em before, but they still come at will
So now this time, I think that some blood should spill
It aint juss dudes its hoes too
My house aint the spot!
Smellin up my crib wit yo dirty ass cock
My broad findin out is what Im fearin
Showin up wit out notice, leavin photos and earings
People knockin at my door, it aint me its 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 Im a mow ya
Cuz i....

*(chorus)*

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, dont 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
Couldnt 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 its done, once a hoe
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 aint the one
And I couldnt of.

You shouldnt have ring my bell!
You shoulda gave me a page.
You shouldnt have ring my bell!
You shoulda gave me a page.
No, you shouldnt have ring it!