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Xanadu
Xanadu
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Sweet Lady
Sweet Lady
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Bernard Edwards
Bernard Edwards
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Nile Rodgers
Nile Rodgers
Songwriter
Sylvia Robinson
Sylvia Robinson
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Curtis Brown
Curtis Brown
Songwriter
Guy "Master Gee" O'Brien
Guy "Master Gee" O'Brien
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Henry Jackson
Henry Jackson
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Michael Wright
Michael Wright
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I said a hip hop, the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop, a you dont stop Rock it to the bang bang boogie, say up jumped the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rockin' to the beat And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet See I am Sweet Lady and I like to say hello I'm gonna rock it to the red, the brown, and the green The purple and yellow But first I'm gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie Say stop, 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 friend Xan Come on, Xan, sing that song Check it out, I'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a And the rest is f-l-y Ya see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix These reasons, I'll tell ya why Ya see I'm five foot one and I'm tons of fun And I dress to a t Ya see I got more clothes than Jack Kennedy and I dress so viciously I got bodyguards, I got two big cars 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 really is on the wall I got a color TV so I can see The Knicks play basketball Hear me talkin' bout checkbooks, really cost more money I'd be a sucker if I ever spend But I wouldn't give a sucker, nor a pun for a rocker Not a dime 'til I made it again Everybody go hotel motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what) I met a super fine guy, gonna get it some style Now we drive in a double OJ Everybody go hotel motel, holiday inn Say if your guy starts actin' up, then you take his friend My Sweet Lady, my girl It's on you so what you gonna do? Well it's on, and ah on, ah on, on, on-on The beat ain't stoppin' 'til the break of dawn I said s-i-s-t-e-r, a G with a double E I go by the unforgettable name Of the man they call the sister gee Well, my name is known all over the world By all the foxy men and the tricky guys The silliest guy in history Call the girl wiser and Macey G Well he's feelin' the highs, feelin' the lows The beat starts slippin' into your toes Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet And movin' your body while you're sittin' in the seat I said, "Damn" and start doin' the freak I said, "Damn", right outta your seat Then ya hold your head high in the air You rockin' to the beat, shake it in the air Ya rockin' to the beat without a care Now the sureshot m.c.s, plenty of girls Now, I'm not so sure as the rest of the gang But I'm rockin' to the beat just the same I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes And I made a few guys get hypnotized And it's on, and ah on, ah on, on, on-on The beat ain't stoppin' 'til the break of dawn I said on, and ah on, ah on, on, on-on Like a hot, silly popsy, pospy, pop Baby say the popsy pops but the beat ain't stop Come alive y'all, gimme what ya got I guess by now you can take a hunch Start movin' your feet and start doin' the bump 'Cause that's okay, say keep in stride 'Cause you're here to do, is wiggle your behind Singin' on and on and on, on-on-on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn You're singin' on and ah on, ah on, on, on-on That's right y'all and get on the floor I'm gonna beat you here, I'm gonna beat you there I'm gonna beat you outta this atmosphere Because you're one of a kind and I'l shock your mind And say if you feel it at your behind I say one, two, three, four, come on girls and get on the floor A come alive y'all, gimme what you got 'Cause I'm gauranteed to blow your mind I say one, two, three, four, tell me Sweet Lady what you're waitin' for I said a hip hop, a hip, a hippie to The hip hip hop, and you don't stop Rockin' to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat A Scooby-Doo rock, we rock, a Scooby-Doo And guess what? Jamaica we love you And then you rock to the rock to so much soul And then you rock to the rock where the young are old I don't mean to brag, I dont mean to boast But d'you like hot butter on a breakfast toast? I work it out, a-baby brother Then you move it to the boogie, the bang, bang, the boogie To the boogie, the beat, beat, beat, so much soul you meet Come on everybody and dance to the beat I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop, and you don't stop I work it out baby brother, I work it out baby brother To the boogie-di-bang bang, the boogie-di-bang bang The rhythm of the boogie-di-beat I said can't wait 'til the end of the week When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of the groovy beat And attempt to raise your body heat A baby that you cannot be I do a swing, then a rock, then a shuffle your feet And let's change up and dance couple feet And when ya body heat comes to rhythm their meat Wait a little while so ya don't get weak I know a girl named Sam Has more wine than the city's air So come on man and sing that song To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang, bang Have you ever been to a friend's house to eat And the food just ain't no good? I mean the macaroni cheese tastes like glue And the chicken tastes like wood And the food start buggin', you say That you ain't feelin' good And your friend say, "Mom he ain't finish up all dem food" So your heart start pumpin' and you think of a lie Sayin' you already ate And your friend say, "Mama he just bein' polite" "So pile some more on his plate" And then you say that still I gotta eat this plate I don't care what those people say Instead of sittin' here making myself not slick By the soggy food that stink So you run to the door feelin' ill from the food you just ate And then you run to the door for quick relief From a bottle of KO pink tang Everybody go hotel motel, what ya gonna do today? (Say what?) Get a super fine guy, gonna get some style Drive off in a double OJ Everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn I said if your guy start actin' up, then you take his friend
Writer(s): Bernard Edwards, Nile Rodgers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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