Ringy Dingy
BIG SIS

Pre-Cleared
ISRC
QZNN22348976
Custom Track ID
rxV86khznR9f
Composers
Lucy Blehar (BMI) 50.00% Sam Blehar (BMI) 50.00%
Original Publishers
Sam & Lucy Blehar d/b/a BIG SIS LLC 100.00%
Master Owners
Sam & Lucy Blehar d/b/a BIG SIS LLC 100.00%
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Composer
Baby Baker, Babie Baker
Lyrics
I don’t wanna mess around
Coming from the underground
3D is the runaround
4D is the battleground
5D is the ultrasound
Super-sonic super town
Catch me on my
Catch me now
Catch me on my
Ca-ca-catch me
Sitting in the studio
Tryna get the word to flow
Waiting for a blessing
Turn the ceiling to a Superdome
Used to have a recipe
Used to be rinse and repeat
But now I’m making bangers
Everyday I win the lottery
And Baby used to work inside a tennis center
Cleaning courts
Now he’s making bangers, booking photo shoots
And doing tours
Now he’s on the coast
Sippin’ coconuts and crackin’ Coors
Now he’s got the budget for the gravy
No more hors d’oeuvres
Munchin’
Everyday with the ladies at the luncheon
From Liverpool, but got a flat in London
Where me and Baby’s at is where the fun is
Where the fun is
We’re BIG SIS
We don’t give a f*** about s***
We ball and we crawl when the vitamin hits
Everybody saying we’re lit, we’re it
Everybody saying we’re lit, we’re it
Get-get-get-get-get
Guzzelin’ the Clase Azul in the pit
Gassin’ up the grubz
Gabagool in the whip
Smokin’ in the tub and the tubs on a ship
Passin’ on the hang cause I’m cooler than it
I’m cooler than it
I’m cooler than it
I’m cooler than it
I’m cooler than it
The time has come to lay some ground rules
For our vastly expanding community
Many of you seem to have got the idea that this is just for fun
Or that we’re only having a silly little rendezvous
Or that this is someplace that people come to shake hands and rub elbows
and make prolonged eye contact of a expansive pranic nature
Or that we are gathered here in the name of a new age salon
which encourages your sybaritic compulsion (don’t come ‘round while I’m at home)
Or that we’re here to eat yummy little snacks
Or that we’ve converged upon this point in space-time (I just want to be alone)
To co-manifest an elevated state of eternal euphoria
That vibrates on such a high a frequency (Please don’t hit my telephone)
That no jealousy nor hatred nor pettiness nor lack can exist.
If you think you’ve come here for any of those reasons (I’ll be in my yogurt zone)
You would be absolutely correct.
We’re BIG SIS
We don’t give a f*** about s***
We ball and we crawl when the vitamin hits
Everybody saying we’re lit, we’re it
Everybody saying we’re lit, we’re it
Get-get-get-get-get
Guzzelin’ the Clase Azul in the pit
Gassin’ up the grubz
Gabagool in the whip
Smokin’ in the tub and the tubs on a ship
Passin’ on the hang cause I’m cooler than it
I’m cooler than it
I’m cooler than it
I’m cooler than it
I’m cooler than it