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Lyrics for Ring Ring Ring Ha Ha Hey by De La Soul:
| | | Artist: | De La Soul |
| | Album: | De La Soul Is Dead | | Track: | Ring Ring Ring Ha Ha Hey | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 141 | | | | Lyrics: | Yes this is Miss Renee King from Philadelphia. I want you to please
give me a call on area
code 215 222 4209 and I'm calling in reference
to the music business. Thank you."
DOVE:
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your
name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name (uh)
And your number
And I'll
get back to you.
Once again it's another rap bandit
Fiending at I and I can't stand
it
Wanna be down with the Day-Glo
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
"I got a funky new tune with a fly banjo"
I
can't understand what the problem is
I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz
How'd they get my name and number
Then I stop to think and wonder
Bout a plan, yo
man, I gotta step out town
You wanna call me up? Take my number down
It's 222-2222
I got an answering machine that can talk to you
It goes
POS:
Hey how
ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name and your number
And
I'll get back to you
Yo, check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But
nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm
Now I'm with helping those who
want to help themselves
And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope
But it's not the
mood to hear
The tales of limousines and pails
Of money they'll make like a pro
I be like, "Yo black, just play me the tape"
But at the show the time to spare I just
make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like
this
And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide and ask,
"Was it def?"
And with the straighest face I be like, "Hell yes."
I slip them the digits to Papa Prince
Paul
So I don't go AWOL but yet I know when they call
They get
MASE:
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin
Sorry you can't
get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
Check it out
Party at the dug-out on Diction Ave
Haven't been to the jam in
quite a while
Figure I'll catch up on the latest styles
'Stead piles and piles of
demo tapes bi-da miles
All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild
But edition up here
bi-da miles to the center
Reliever of duty, Plug One mosies in
And I be like, "Yo G,
Pos does all the producing"
POS:
Now woe is me to the third degree
Mase
pulls the funny so I make like a bunny
Jettin'
But I'm getting used to this demo
abuse
Getting raped and giving birth to a tape
Cause there's no escape from the
clutches of a hawker
Attached to my success, sent like a stalker
Make way to my
radius playin fly guy
Try to get on my back they force like Luke Sky
Me Myself and I
go through this act daily
And rarely do I not
No matter how I dodge some jackal
always nails me
No matter what the plot
And even out on tour they be like,
"Yo I got a tape to play you back at the hotel"
I be like "Oh swell"
Unveil the
numeric code to dial my room
And tell them to call me at noon
But of course there's
no answering machine in my room
But a pretty young adorer
Who I swung on tour
And if it rings while we're alone
She'll answer the phone
And with the
quickness she'll recite like a poem
DOVE:
"Hey, you done did the right thing, dial
up my ring ring
Now you're waiting on the beep.
Say, I would love if you'd sing
The tune to Tru instead of fronting on the speak."
So no problemo, just play the demo
And at the end it's break out time
Please oh please don't press rewind
Cause
I'll just lay it down the line
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
POS:
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your
number
And we'll get back to you.. peace
'Yo what's up man, this is Ronald Master
down with the Fish Tank
Posse, man, you know man, so you know you can just hook
me
up, True. You know we got this fly new jam called 'Swimming In the
Fish Tank', you know we
gonna rock it man, you know
what I'm saying, but I just need your help, Prince Paul gave me
your
number, you know man, you just gotta do that for me,
got this fly bassline, got
these fly trombones in it man, so just hook
me up, man, just look out, all right, call me
back
at 557-2223 all right man, just look out, all right, look out for a
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