Lyrics Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey) - De La Soul
Yes,
this
is
Miss
Renee
King
from
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
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
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
dealin'
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
gotta
answering
machine
that
can
talk
to
you
It
goes"
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
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
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
you
doing
Sorry
ya
can't
get
through
Why
don't
you
leave
your
name
and
your
number
And
I'll
get
back
to
you
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"
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
"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
ya
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
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
ya
doin'
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!'
1 Not Over Till the Fat Lady Plays the Demo
2 Who Do U Worship?
3 My Brother's a Basehead
4 Skit 1
5 Pease Porridge
6 Afro Connections at a Hi 5 (In the Eyes of the Hoodlum)
7 Intro (De La Soul Is Dead)
8 Intro
9 Oodles of O's
10 Talkin' Bout Hey Love
11 Johnny's Dead AKA Vincent Mason (Live from the BK Lounge)
12 A Roller Skating Jam Named "Saturdays"
13 WRMS' Dedication to the Bitty
14 Bitties in the BK Lounge
15 Skit 2
16 Let, Let Me In
17 Rap De Rap Show
18 Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa
19 Skit 3
20 Kicked Out the House
21 Pass the Plugs
22 Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)
23 WRMS: Cat's in Control
24 Skit 4
25 Shwingalokate
26 Fanatic of the B Word
27 Keepin' the Faith
28 Skit 5
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