(Forty Fonzarelli's answering machine)

Ay, what's really? You hit my locker number

This Sick Wid It/Jive Records

Leave a message at the beep *BEEP*

[Intro: E-40]

Hah! Mmm-hmm

Yeah, uhh, on my pager

What you say? Oh yeah

Kick that shit then, nigga!

[Verse 1: Keak da Sneak]

Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the O-A-K

All on perv, parked on curb, rollin' up a vay

Licked it three times, laced it with the Alizé

About a twamp a day, baby hit me frequent-lay!

Sneak, and Forty, from top of the show day, we been

O.P.P.'n, 'cause my nature's naughty, the broad say

I last, with you six months

But I say, she pullin' a gang of major stunts

[E-40]

Uh, but Sneak it's consequences when you're doin' the do

Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twenty-two

In the area (Area), dirt and dust

Where the yay (Yay) be A-plus (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 40 Water

I seen you up in Tupac video poppin' your collar!

[Spice 1]

I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny (What's up, Doc?)

I ain't no cartoon figure, nigga, I makes money

Ain't nothing funny, if you're ever in some funk, call your potna on the slunder

And leave '187' at the end of the number

B-uh-Benzell Washington on a cellular phone

You could tell that the East Bay was his home

My beeper goin' off like a high school bell

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 (BLAOW!), fuck what you heard

[Chorus: Harm]

If it's major, hit me on my pager

Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it

Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

If it's major, hit me on my pager

Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it

Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

[Verse 2: E-40]

I be so rebel-yalous

When I'm talkin' on my faul-telyalous

You can have my batch (Have my batch), 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 every time I hit you, you don't hit me back

And why is dat? 'Cause you're hella hard to get in contact with

Thought you thought, was cookin', baby girl? What's crackin' on some crab?

Six o'clock, the girl said, "that's when my crevice be the wettest," plus

Dude be gone, left me 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 roll

Park at the top of hill so I can check your oil

[Spice 1]

I said ah one to the two ah two to two three

Tell me why your baby mama keep on pagin' me?

I didn't give the ho 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 niggas is funny style and meanwhile

I'm sellin' my piece to these tricks 'cause it's the paper chase

Laced with game, see I'm livin' in the hustler's dream

Call up a player if it's major

Especially if it's scrilla, nigga, hit me on my pager

[Chorus: Harm]

If it's major, hit me on my pager

Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it

Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

If it's major, hit me on my pager

Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it

Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

[Verse 3: Keak Da Sneak]

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 jaws

With a kiss that make a score shady, nowadays raw

I lash and cut, dash, we up

Beat case with a blast headin' straight for the nut

B.A. and H got some breezies all in the cut

It's that season, drop my number, told the ho "hit me up"

[E-40]

Yo, yo, you're 9-1-1'ing me to death—what's all that for?

Got my Unisys bill and Pagenet pager on the overflow

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

Fuckin' around in the Golden State where the game originated (Originated)

Fools be scandalicious, used-to-be-squares be turnin' vicious

Hit me on pager, hit me if it's major

[Chorus: Harm]

If it's major, hit me on my pager

Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it

Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

If it's major, hit me on my pager

Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it

Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

If it's major, hit me on my pager

Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it

Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

If it's major, hit me on my pager

Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it

Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

[Outro: Harm]

Ooh, you better ring, ring, ring, ring it

Ring my telephone, ring my telephone

Ooh, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

Ooh, you better ring my telephone