Karaoké Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey) De La Soul

Yes, this is Miss Renee King from Philadelphia

I want you to please give me a call on area code

Two one five, two two two four two o nine

And I'm calling in reference to the music business

Thank you

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

Why don't you leave your name and your number and I'll get back to you

Once again it's anoher 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 back

It's two, two, two two, two, two, two

I gotta answering machine that can talk to you, it goes

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 enter's the new

But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew

Or should I say flock 'cos 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

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

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 by the miles

All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild

But edition up here by the miles to the center

Reliever of duty

Plug One mosies in

And I be like

Yo G, Pos does all the producing

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

'Cos 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

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 'cos I'll just lay it down the line

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 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

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 five, five, seven two, two, two, three all right man

Just look out, all right look out for a brother man