(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.