Songtext zu Ring Ring Ring
[Intro]"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."
[Hook]
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?
[Verse 1: Trugoy the 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 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 a answering machine that can talk to you
It goes
[Hook]
Hey, how ya doin'?
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
[Verse 2: Pos]
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 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 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
[Hook]
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?
[Verse 3: 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 moseys in
And I be like, "Yo G, Pos does all the producing"
[Verse 4: 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 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:
[Bridge: Trugoy the Dove]
"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 fronting 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
[Hook: 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
[Outro]
'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 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 bass line, 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!'
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring Songtext
zu Ring Ring Ring von De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey) Lyrics De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey) Text Ring Ring Ring De La Soul Ring Ring Ring Liedtext [Produced By: De La Soul & Prince Paul]Album: De La Soul is Dead (1991)
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