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The Sugarhill Gang – Rapper’s Delight – 1979


    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