Rapper's Delight

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 You 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'll 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 And come on, Hank, sing that song! Check it out, I'm the C-A-S an' 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 really is 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?) 'Cause I'ma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ Everybody go "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn!" Say, if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend A 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 could ever 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 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 Singing on and on and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn A-singing on and on and on, on and on Like a hot ready to pop the pop the pop dibbie-dibbie Pop the pop-pop, you don't dare stop A-come alive, y'all, gimme what you 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 Singing on and on and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn Singing on 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 the tick, tick, tickets in your behind I said a-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 a-one, two, three, four Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waitin' for? Said a hip-hop, the hippie to the hippie The hip, hip-a-hop and you don't stop rockin' To the bang, bang the boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat A-skiddlee bebop, 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're like hot butter on our breakfast toast Rock it up, a-baby bubba Baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang, the boogie To the beat, beat, it's so unique Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat Ever went over a friend's 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 just being polite, he ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!" And 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 And 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 chicken's 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!" And 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 bubbah, but we're still friends" A with a hip-hop, the hippie to the hippie The hip, hip-hop and you don't stop the rockin' To the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat