De La Soul Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey) Lyrics
Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey) SongtextCHORUS (2x)
Hey how 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
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 "Ay yo yo"
Knocking on my door saying "Ay 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
Yo, check it
Exit the old style, enters the new
But nuttin'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"
That actually show the time to spare I just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wi-wi-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
Check it out
Party at the dugout 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 da miles
All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild
But edition up here by da miles to the center
Reliever of duty, plug one moses 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
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 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
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."
But 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
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Writer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Julian Godfrey Brookhouse, Miguel Drummond, Vincent Mason, Michael John Mcevoy, Nicholas Bernard Thorp, Ben Volpeliere-Pierrot Copyright: Daisy Age Music, Curio Sounds Ltd., Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp. Lyrics powered by www.musiXmatch.com