Rapper's Delight - Sugarhill Gang

I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie

To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock,

It 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 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 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 mike is my man Hank: come on, 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 MCs try to prove a point

We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint

A-from sun-to-sun and from 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 comin' home late one dark afternoon

A reporter stopped me for a interview

She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables

That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables

This young reporter, I did adore

So I rocked a vicious rhyme 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 the name of Lois Lane

And you could be my boyfiend, 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 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 gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it, do it

And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank 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 a-tock, y'all, you don't stop!

Go hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? (Say What!)

I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ

Everybody go hotel, motel, 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 them out

I give the rest to Master Gee so he could 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,

'Cos 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.

'Cos 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

'Cos 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

'Cos 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?

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