Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)歌词

作词 : D. Jolicoeur/G. Skinner/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason
作曲 : D. Jolicoeur/G. Skinner/P. Huston/K. Mercer/V. Mason
"Yes, this is Miss Renee King from 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."

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
{Dove} 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 gotta answering machine
That can talk to you, it goes
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
{Pos} 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, ****, 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 ****
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 straightest 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 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
{Maseo} 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"
{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 doin'
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 brother man!'