Ring Ring Ring

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!'