How I know who be callin’ my cell phone

Three Rings for Elvis, king of “Pardon me while I touch the sky,”
Seven for the slum lord down the hall gettin’ stoned,
Nine for Mortimer when his hair need a dye,
One for the drug lord sittin’ on his throne,
In the Land called Motor City where the gangstas die.
One Ring school dem all, one ring to pop them,
One Ring gonna bring dem all down and in the darkness stop them
In the Land called Motor City where the gangstas die.