Ring Ring Ring (ha Ha Hey) Lyrics - De La Soul

"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. 

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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 

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[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!'