Yes, this is Miss Renee King from I you to please give me a call On area 215 222 4209 And I'm calling in to the music business you
Hey, how you you can't get through Why don't you leave name And number And I'll get to you
Hey, how are you you can't get through But leave your And number And I'll get to you
Once again it's rap bandit at I and I can't stand it Wanna be down the Day-Glo on my door, saying, "A yo yo" on my door, saying, "A yo yo" "I got a funky new tune a fly banjo" I understand what the problem is I find it hard enough with my own biz
How'd get my name and number I stop to think and wonder 'Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta out town You wanna call me up? Take my number It's I got an answering that can talk to you It
Hey, how you Sorry you can't get But your name And number And I'll get to you
Yo, it, exit the old style, enters the new But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a Or should I say flock 'cause around every There's Harry, Dick, and Tom, a demo in his palm Now I'm with helping those who want to themselves And flaunt a nut doggy as in dope But it's not the to hear The tales of limousines and Of they'll make like a pro
I be like, "Yo black, play me the tape" But at the show the time to spare I just But the created in they shacks Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like And now I they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide and ask "Was it def?" And with the straightest I be like, "Hell yes" I slip the digits to Papa Prince Paul So I don't go but yet I know when they call get
Hey, how you you can't get through Why you leave your name And your And I'll get to you
Hey, how are you Sorry you can't get Why don't you your name And your And get back to you
it out Party at the on Diction Ave Haven't been to the jam in quite a Figure I'll catch up on the latest piles and piles of demo tapes bi-da miles All I wanna do is cut on the decks But edition up here bi-da miles to the Reliever of duty, Plug One in And I be like, "Yo G, Pos all the producing"
Now woe is me to the third Mase the funny so I make like a bunny Jettin', but I'm getting used to demo abuse raped and giving birth to a tape 'Cause no escape from the clutches of a hawker Attached to my success, sent like a Make way to my playin' fly guy Try to get on my back force like Luke Sky
Me, myself and I go through act daily And do I not No matter how I some jackal always nails me No matter what the And even out on they be like "Yo I got a tape to play you at the hotel" I be like, "Oh swell" Unveil the numeric code that dials my And them to call me at noon
But of course no Answering in my room But a pretty adorer Who I on tour And if it rings while alone She'll the phone And with the quickness she'll like a poem
"Hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring Now you're on the beep Say, I would if you'd sing The to Tru instead of fronting on the speak" So no problemo, play the demo And at the end it's out time Please, oh, please don't rewind 'Cause I'll just lay it the line
Hey, how you you can't get through Why don't you your name And your And get back to you
Hey, how you Sorry you get through Why don't you leave your And your And we'll get to you
Hey, how you you can't get through Why don't you your name And number And get back to you, peace
Yo up man? This is Ronald Master with the Fish Tank Posse, man, you man So you know you can just me up, True You know we got this fly new jam 'Swimming In the Fish You know we gonna it man You know what I'm
I, I need your help, Prince Paul gave me your number You know man, you just do that for me Got fly bassline Got fly trombones in it man So just hook me up, man, look out, all right Call me back at all right man Just out, all right, look out for a brother man