| Hey how ya doin'
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| Sorry ya can’t get through
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| Why don’t you leave your name
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| And your number
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| And I’ll get back to you
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| Hey how are ya doin'
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| Sorry ya can’t get through
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| Why don’t you leave your name
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| And your number
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| And I’ll get back to you
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| Once again it’s another rap bandit
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| Fiending at I and I can’t stand it
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| Wanna be down with the day-glow
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| Knocking on my door, saying, hey yo yo
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| Knocking on my door, saying, hey yo yo
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| I got a funky new tune with a fly banjo
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| I can’t understand what the problem is
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| I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz
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| How’d they get my name and my number
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| Then I stop to think and wonder
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| Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town
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| You wanna call me up? |
| take my number down
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| It’s 222−2222
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| I got an answering machine that can talk to you
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| It goes
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| Hey how ya doin'
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| Sorry ya can’t get through
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| Why leave your name and your number
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| And I’ll get back to you
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| Yo, check it, exit the old style
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| Enters the new
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| But nothing’s new 'bout being hawked by a crew
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| Or should I say flock cause around every block
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| There’s Guss, Russ and Frank, with a demo in his palm
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| Now I’m with helping those who want to help themselves
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| I be like, yo black, just play me the tape
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| But at the show the time to spare I just make
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| But the songs created in they shacks
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| Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
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| And now I hate they give me smiles kool-aid wide and ask
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| Was it def?
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| And with the straighest face I be like, hell yes
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| I slip them the digits to papa prince paul
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| So I don’t go awol but yet I know when they call
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| They get
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| Hey how ya doing
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| Sorry ya can’t get through
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| Why don’t you leave your name
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| And your number
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| And I’ll get back to you
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| Hey how are ya doin
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| Sorry you can’t get through
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| Why don’t you leave your name and your number
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| And I’ll get back to you
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| Check it out |