Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)

Album: De La Soul Is Dead (1991)
Charted: 10
  • 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

    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 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

    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"

    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

    "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

    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 Writer/s: GLENN FRANCIS SKINNER, JULIAN BROOKHOUSE, MICHAEL DRUMMOND, PAUL E. HUSTON, DAVID JOLICOEUR, VINCENT MASON, MICHAEL JOHN MCEVOY, KELVIN MERCER, NICHOLAS THORP, MARTIN VOLPELIERE PIERROT
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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