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Rapper's Delight (7" Single Version)
The Sugarhill Gang
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Now, what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
See, I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow
But first, I gotta bang, bang the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the bang, bang, boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the riddle that will make your body rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along
And next on the mic' is my man Hank, come on, Hank, sing that song
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A, and the rest is F-L-Y
You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I'll tell ya why
You see, I'm six-foot-one, and I'm tons of fun, and I dress to a T
You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously
I got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school, I take a dip in the pool which is really on the wall
I got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball
Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again
Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
You say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def' OJ
Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, am I mellow?
It's on you, so what you gonna do?
Well, it's on and on and on, on and on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G, with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be
Now I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows
The beat starts gettin' into your toes
Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet
And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat
And then, damn, ya start doin' the freak
I said damn, right outta your seat
Then ya throw your hands high in the air
Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriรจre
Ya rockin' to the beat without a care
With the sure shot MCs for the affair
Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize
Singin' on and, and on and on and on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Singin' on and, and on and on, on and on
Like a hot buttered a-pop-da-pop-da-pop-dibbie-dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, ya don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme what ya got
I guess by now, you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
Singin' on and, and on and on and on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Singin' on and, and on and on, on and on
Rock, rock, y'all, throw it on the floor
I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak ya there
I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere
'Cause I'm one of a kind, and I'll shock your mind
I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind
I said one-two-three-four, come on girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what ya got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one-two-three-four, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin' for?
I said-a-hip-hop, the hippie to the hippie
The hip-hip-hop-a you don't stop the rock it to the bang-bang-boogie, say up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Skiddlee-beebop-a we rock a Scooby-Doo
And guess what, America, we love you
'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul
You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it up, baby, bubbah
Baby, bubbah to the boogie, da-bang-bang-da-boogie
To the beat, beat, it's so unique
Come on, everybody and dance to the beat
Ever went over a friends house to eat and the food just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed, and the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can by sayin' that you're full
And then your friend says
"Momma, he's just being polite, he ain't finished, uh, uh, that's bull"
So your heart starts pumpin', and you think of a lie and you say that you already ate
And your friend says, "Man, there's plenty of food!"
So you pile some more on your plate
While the stinky foods steamin'
Your mind starts to dreamin' of the moment that it's time to leave
And then you look at your plate
And your chickens slowly rottin' into something that looks like cheese
Oh so, you say, "That's it, I got to leave this place, I don't care what these people think
I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinks!"
So you bust out the door while it's still closed, still sick from the food you ate
And then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of Kao pectate
And then you call your friend two weeks later to see how he has been
And he says, "I understand about the food, baby, bubbah, but we're still friends"
With a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie
The hip hip-a hop-a you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie the beat
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