Lyrics:

"yes, this is miss renee king from philadelphia. I want you to please

Give me a call on area code 215-222-4209 and Im calling in reference

To the music business. thank you."



Dove:

Hey how ya doin

Sorry ya cant get through

Why dont you leave your name

And your number

And Ill get back to you

Hey how are ya doin

Sorry ya cant get through

But leave your name (uh)

And your number

And Ill get back to you.



Once again its another rap bandit

Fiending at I and I cant 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 cant understand what the problem is

I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz

Howd 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

Its 222-2222

I got an answering machine that can talk to you

It goes



Pos:

Hey how ya doin

Sorry ya cant get through

But leave your name and your number

And Ill get back to you



Yo, check it, exit the old style

Enters the new

But nothings new bout being hawked by a crew

Or should I say flock cause around every block

Theres harry, dick, and tom, with a demo in his palm

Now Im with helping those who want to help themselves

And flaunt a nut thats doggy as in dope

But its not the mood to hear

The tales of limousines and pails

Of money theyll 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 dont go awol but yet I know when they call

They get



Mase:

Hey how ya doing

Sorry ya cant get through

Why dont you leave your name

And your number

And Ill get back to you

Hey how are ya doin

Sorry you cant get through

Why dont you leave your name and your number

And Ill get back to you

Check it out



Party at the dug-out on diction ave

Havent been to the jam in quite a while

Figure Ill 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 Im getting used to this demo abuse

Getting raped and giving birth to a tape

Cause theres 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 theres no answering machine in my room

But a pretty young adorer

Who I swung on tour

And if it rings while were alone

Shell answer the phone

And with the quickness shell recite like a poem



Dove:

"hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring

Now youre waiting on the beep.

Say, I would love if youd sing

The tune to tru instead of fronting on the speak."

So no problemo, just play the demo

And at the end its break out time

Please oh please dont press rewind

Cause Ill just lay it down the line



Hey how ya doing

Sorry ya cant get through

Why dont you leave your name and your number

And Ill get back to you



Pos:

Hey how ya doing

Sorry ya cant get through

Why dont you leave your name and your number

And well get back to you.. peace





yo whats 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 Im 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!