The Sugarhill Gang
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I said a hip hop Hippie to the hippie The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it out Bubba to the bang bang boogie, boobie to the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie the beat 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 rhythm that'll make your body rock Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along And the next on the mic is my man Hank C'mon, Hank, sing that song, check it out Well, I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp The women fight for my delight But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs That shock the house for the young ladies And when you come inside, into the front You do the Freak, Spank, and do the Bump And when the sucker MC's try to prove a point We're Treacherous Trio, we're the serious joint A from sun to sun and day to day I sit down and write a brand new rhyme Because they say that miracles never cease I've created a devastating masterpiece I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist Everybody, I say it goes like this Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon A reporter stopped me for an interview She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable This young reporter I did adore So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before She said, "damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you The Casanova legend must have been true" I said, "by the way, baby, what's your name?" Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane" "And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman" I said, "he's a fairy, I do suppose Flyin' through the air in pantyhose He may be very sexy, or even cute But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit" I said, "you need a man man who's got finesse And his whole name across his chest He may be able to fly all through the night But can he rock a party 'til the early light? He can't satisfy you with his little worm But I can bust you out with my super sperm!" I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it An' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Ban Hank, I'm everywhere Just throw your hands up in the air And party hardy like you just don't care Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a tick tock, y'all, you don't stop! Go ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?) I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ Everybody go, "ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn" You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend I say skip, dive, what can I say? I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ So I just take half, and bust 'em out I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house I said M-A-S, 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 you're feelin' the lows The beat starts gettin' into your toes You start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feet And movin' your body while while you're sitting in your seat And then damn! Ya start doin' the freak, I said Damn! Right outta your seat Then you throw your hands high in the air Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere Ya rockin' to the beat without a care With the sureshot 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'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha 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'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gona freak you 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 TNT in your behind. I said One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike What are you waiting for? I said a hip hop The hippie to the hippie The hip hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it To the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat A skiddleebebop, we rock, scooby doo And guess what, America, we love you 'Cause you rocked and a rolled with so much soul You could rock 'til 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 Bubba! Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie To the beat, beat, it's unique Come on everybody and dance to the beat! Have you 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 saying that you're full And then your friend says, "mama, 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 food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin' Of the moment that it's time to leave And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin' Into something that looks like cheese Oh so you say "that's it, I gotta 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 Kaopectate And then you call your friend two weeks later To see how he has been And he says, "I understand about the food Baby Bubba, 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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Written by: Edward Bernard, Giles Goodman, Mark Summers, Nile Rodgers
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