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Artist: De La Soul
Album:  De La Soul is Dead
Song:   Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)
   
   "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
   brother man!'