Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yes, this is Miss Renee King I'm in Philadelphia I want you to give me a call on area code 215-222-4209 and I'm calling in reference to the music business Thank you [Chorus] Hey, how you doin'? Sorry you can't get through Why don't you leave your name and your number and I'll get back to you? Hey, how are you doin'? Sorry you can't get through Why don't you leave your name and your number and I'll get back to you? [Verse 1: Trugoy the Dove] Once again, it's another rap bandit Fiending at I and I can't stand it Wanna be down with the Day-Glo Knockin' on my door, sayin', "Ayo, yo" Knockin' on my door, sayin', "Ayo, 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 and 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 [Chorus] Hey, how you doin'? Sorry you can't get through But leave your name and your number and I'll get back to you [Verse 2: Posdnous] Yo, check it, exit the old style, enters the new But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a few Or should I say a 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 a doe But it's not the move 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 be so wick-wick-whack, situations like this, I now hate They give me smiles Kool-Aid wide and ask, "Was it def?" And with the straightest face I be like, "Hell yes" I slip them the digits of papa Prince Paul So I don't go AWOL, but yet I know when they call, they get [Chorus] Hey, how you doin'? Sorry you can't get through Why don't you leave your name and your number and I'll get back to you? Hey, how are you 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 [Verse 3: Maseo] Party at the dug-out on Dixon Ave, haven't been to a 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 Tech 12, but edition up here by the mile to the sector Reliever of duty, Plug One moseys in and I be like, "Yo G, Pos does all the producing" [Verse 4: Posdnous] Now woe is me to the third degree Mase pulls a funny, so I make like the 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 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 that dials 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 [Bridge: Trugoy the Dove] "Hey, you done did the right thing, dialed up my ring ring Now you're waiting on the beep Say, I would love if you'd sing a tune to Tru instead of frontin' on the speak So no problemo, just play your 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" [Chorus: Trugoy & Posdnous] Hey, how you doing? Sorry you can't get through Why don't you leave your name and your number and I'll get back to you? Hey, how you doing? Sorry you can't get through Why don't you leave your name and your number and we'll get back to you? Peace [Outro] 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, Tru You know I got this fly new jam called "Swimming In the Fish Tank" You know we gon' 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 bass line, got these fly trombones in it, man, so just hook me up, man, just look out, alright, man? Call me back at 557-2223, alright, man? Just look out, alright? Look out for a brother, man