M.o.p. - Ring Ding Lyrics
{*chorus*}[d] ring ding [f] ring ding[d] ring ding [f] ring ding[d] ring ding [f] ring king mother*****ers[d] ring ding [f] ring ding[d] ring ding [f] ring ding[d] ring ding [f] ring king mother*****ers[billy danze]Yo, Im ringin bells across the nation, aint nuttin changedStill hittin mother*****ers at point blank rangeIf I aint in it to win it I wouldnt be in itIts billy danze, here me kid? (lil fame co-defendant)This little bastard cant be tamed, hes strangeI wonder what the ***** be goin on through his brainYear of def jam while youre cold chillinShorty wanted props in hip-hop cause hes the last villain[lil fame]Aiyyo aiyyo stop the record {*needle*} whats my mother*****in name?{*scratched: lil fame, lil-lil fame*}We ringin bells (ring ding) ring dingWith that hardcore swing, fame and billy be doin the same thangThe way, ima show you howMother*****ers jump up, them mother*****ers get down..Anybody that asks to battleYou better pass, cause ima kick a bone out your assA lot of people went and seen the movie posseBut aint seen a real posse, until you seen the m.o.p.Chill kid, cause you gon cause fame to get fatalSmash and mash your monkey-ass like potatoes (uhh)You said it, you dead and, it aint hard to tell kidM (*****in) o (*****in) ps ringin bells{*chorus*}[lil fame]Yo, we makin moves while the herbs lookin sillyCause bill and famell really spark em down like a phillieFor real, when that nigga bill starts to puff his wheatiesNiggaz calm down and play the wall like graffitiIf I see, niggaz want it then ima give it to emPull out the seventeen shot glock and ima do emYo bill, I think we gotta bring the ruckus..[billy danze].. ima kill one of you mother*****ersGive me my propers (ring ding, there it is) where it at?(ring ding) all the (? ? ) run each time we bust a cap(everytime) we bust a rhyme (everytime) we empty the clip(everytime) we threw you a hit (everytime) we split somebody shitNot really but illy is fame and billy and really you gotta knowIf it aint the m.o.p. then check this and you gotta goLet me show you where Im at, cause Im fatGive me my propers after that, or Ill lay you on your *****in backI leave you stumblin, niggaz know were trouble when--ever you see, m.o.p., g we be bubblin(bill is a real nigga) yeah bill is a real niggaCome on now, youre *****in round with a ill figureIm ringin bells on top of the line, youre blindStevie wonder can see you niggaz cant ***** with meThe lord tested, me and mine finessed itWord is bond we got it goin on no need for stressinMy 40s the drug, you see Im the (? ) then ima leave it aloneIm out, get witcha maggot-ass player homesYo this one goin out to my mother*****in nigga p-lawn(yeah, to my nigga nigga man)To my nigga pit(my nigga bo)That nigga mcgruff(prince leroy, rest in peace)Spud mckenzie, rest in peace(to my brother big nal, rest in peace)Yeah.. m.o.p. up in the house!Billy danze holdin it down, yknahmsayin?My nigga lil fame, lazy lazeBoo bang under the bs, black shawn, mcgruffShit, my whole home team kidHill figga niggazGoin out in a blaze, yeah
