Rapper's Delight

I said hip, hop, hippie, hippie To the hip hip hop and you don't stop rocking To the bang-bang boogie, say up jump 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, we gonna try to move your feet See, I am that Burkey boy, and I'd like to say hello To the black, to the white, the red And the brown, purple and yellow Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along And next on the mic's my man Deploi, come on D, sing that song Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y See, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix And the reason I'll tell you why (Tell em', tell em') I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a tee See I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously (That's right) I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, and definitely they ain't whack I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac, let's roll (Cmon) Well, I'm the imp the dimp, the ladies' pimp The women fight for my delight Cuz I'm the grandmaster of the three MCs That I shock the house for the young ladies And then you come inside, into the front You do the freak, spank, and you do the bump When the sucker MC tryna prove a point We get egg timed on a serious joint I guess by now you can take a hunch And find that he is the baby of the bunch But that's okay, cuz I keep in stride All I wanna do, ladies, is hypnotize Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got Ho-tel, mo-tel, holiday inn (Say what?) If your girl starts acting up, then we take her friend Everybody go: Ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say wha) Get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ, cmon 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 going down, y'all, in history As the baddest rapper there ever could be Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows The beat starts getting into your toes You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet And moving your body while you're in your seat And then damn, you start doing the freak I said damn, right outta your seat Then you throw your hands a high in the air You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere