Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)

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

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?

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

Hey, how you doin'? Sorry you 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 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 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 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 to papa Prince Paul

So I don't go AWOL, but yet I know when they call, they get

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

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 deck crowd, but edition up here by the mile to the center

Reliever of duty, Plug One moseys 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 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

"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"

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

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