Ring My Bell (from "A Thin Line Between Love & Hate" soundtrack)

[knocking]

[Verse 1: Numskull]
Damn
What's up!?
(It's me mayne, Money Green!)
I'm tired of no good people poppin up on the scene
I'm talking 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 showing up at yo door step
got yo whole block hot
taking off they shoes like yo house is a sock hop
(STOP! In the name of the law!)
Show up again on the strip, you getting 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...

[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, don't you ring it!

[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
Ring the alarm!
Another dope fiends calling, hauling ass to my door cuz I'm balling
all in my building, waking up grown folks children
now they complaining claiming that I'm dope dealing
I'm still in bed, four fifty-four in the morning
me and my hoe yawning
and there goes the bill on the noon, and yo it don't stop
he claiming 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 lying in a cell
wit no bail like the Goodfellas
I'm 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, 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 plotting
trying to case my house
scoping out my cabbage (it's cool!)
I should start shooting 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!
Smelling up my crib wit yo dirty ass cock
my broad finding out is what I'm fearing
showing up wit out notice, leaving 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 coming and I'm 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, 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
popping 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 doing the butterfly?
wit some other guy tattooed straight on your titty
a pretty
freaking all the ballers in the city
you tried to rigg me
but once it's 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 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!