Rapper’s Delight (Long Version) Lyrics – The Sugarhill Gang
Singer: The Sugarhill Gang
Title: Rapper’s Delight (Long Version)
I said a hip hop, the hippie, 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
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 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, I’m the C-A-S-A-N, 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 you 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 is really on the wall
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball, hear me talkin’ ’bout
Checkbook, credit cards, mo’ 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?)
Yes, I’m gon’ get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin’
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
Master Gee, my mellow
It’s on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it’s on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
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 your movin’ your body while you’re sitting in your seat
And then damn, ya start doin’ the freak
I said, bam, right outta your seat
Then ya throw your hands high in the air
Ya rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rocking to the beat without a care
With the sure-shot m.C.s 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-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
Singin’ on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don’t 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-and-and-on-and-on-and-on
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
Singin’ on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Rock, rock, y’all, throw it on the floor
I’m gonna freak you here, I’m gonna 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 the t-t-tickets in your behind, a-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?
Said-a hip hop, the hippie, to the hippie
The hip hip 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 skiddleebebop, we rock, a 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 out, 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
Hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a, you don’t stop
Rock it out, baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie, to the boogie, the beat
I said I can’t wait ’til the end of the week
When I’m rapping to the rhythm of a groovy beat
And attempt to raise your body heat
Just blow your mind so that you can’t speak
And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet
And let it change up to a dance called The Freak
And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat
Rest a little while so ya don’t get weak
I know a man named Hank
He has more rhymes than a serious bank
So come on Hank sing that song
To the rhythm of the boogie, the bang-bang, the bong
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 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 coming home late one dark afternoon
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 the name, 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 who has 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
And I’m here and I’m there, I’m Big Bad Hank, I’m everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party harder like you just don’t care
Let’s do it, don’t stop, y’all, a-tick tock, y’all, you don’t stop
A-go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
Yes, I’m gon’ get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin’
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 ’em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
It was twelve o’clock one Friday night
I was rocking to the beat, feeling all right
Everybody was dancing on the floor
Doing all the things they never did before
And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean
She came into the party, she came into the scene
As she traveled deeper inside the room
All the fellas checked out her white Sasson
She came up to the table, looked into my eyes
Then she turned around and shook her behind
So I said to myself, its time for me to release
My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece
And now people in the house this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group ya hear is called Phase 2
And let me tell ya something we’re a hell of a crew
Once a week we’re on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak
For you to party, got to have the move
So we’ll get right down and give you a groove
For you to dance you gotta get hype
So we’ll get right down and make you rock
Now system’s on and the girls are there
Ya definitely have a rocking affair
But let me tell ya something there’s still one fact
That to have a party, got to have a rap
So when the party’s over, you’re making it home
And trying to sleep before the break of dawn
And while ya sleeping ya start to dream
And thinking how ya danced on the disco scene
Our name appears in your mind
Yeah, a name you know that was right on time
It was Phase 2 just a doing a do
Rocking ya down ’cause ya know we could
To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak
Come alive girls get on your feet
To the rhythm of the beat, to the beat, the beat
To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak
To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on
On and on until the break of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He’s guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
I said a can of beer that’s sweeter than honey
Like a millionaire that has no money
Like a rainy day that is not wet
Like a gambling fiend that does not bet
Like Dracula without his fangs
Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
Like collard greens that don’t taste good
Like a tree that’s not made out of wood
Like going up and not coming down
Is just like the beat without the sound no sound
To the beat beat, ya do the freak
Everybody just rock and dance to the beat
Have you 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 all 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 he piles 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 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
I say Hank can ya rock?
Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don’t stop?
Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?
I said come on, make, make the people move
I go to the halls and then ring the bell
Because I am the man with the clientele
And if ya ask me why I rock so well
I’m Big Bank, I got clientele
And from the time I was only six years old
I never forgot what I was told
It was the best advice that I ever had
It came from my wise dear old dad
He said, “Sit down punk, I wanna talk to you
And don’t say a word until I’m through
Now there’s a time to laugh a time to cry
A time to live and a time to die
A time to break and a time to chill
To act civilized or act real ill
But whatever ya do in your lifetime
Ya never let a MC steal your rhyme”
So from ’66 ’til this very day
I’ll always remember what he had to say
So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style
I let them know that I’m versatile
I got style finesse and a little black book
That’s filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look
But the thing that separates you from me
And that is called originality
Because my rhymes are on from what you’ve heard
I didn’t even bite and not a g#dd#mn word
And I say a little more later on tonight
So the sucker MCs can bite all night
A-tick-a-tock y’all, a-beat-beat y’all
A-let-s rock y’all ya don’t stop
A-go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
Yes, I’m gon’ get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin’
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, “Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn”
You say if your girl starts actin’ up, then you take her friends
A like that y’all, to the beat y’all
Beat-beat y’all, ya don’t stop
A-master Gee, my mellow
It’s on you so whatcha gonna do?
Well like Johnny Carson on the Late Show
A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo
Well, like the Bar-Kays singing “Holy Ghost”
The sounds to throw down, they’re played the most
Just like my man Captain Sky
Whose name he earned with his super sperm
We rock and we don’t stop
Get off y’all, I’m here to give you whatcha got
To the beat that makes you freak
And come alive, girl, get on your feet
A-like a Perry Mason without a case
Like Farrah Fawcett without her face
Like the Bar-Kays on the mic
Like getting right down for you tonight
Like moving your body so ya don’t know how
Right to the rhythm and throw down
Like coming alive to the Master Gee
The brother who rocks so viciously
I said the age of one my life begun
At the age of two I was doing the do
At the age of three it was you and me
Rocking to the sounds of the Master Gee
At the age of four I was on the floor
Giving all the freaks what they bargained for
At the age of five I didn’t take no jive
With the Master Gee it’s all the way live
At the age of six I was a picking up sticks
Rapping to the beat my stick was fixed
At the age of seven I was rocking in Heaven
Dontcha know I went off?
I got right on down to the beat, you see
Getting right on down making all the girls
Just take off their clothes to the beat the beat
To the double beat beat that makes you freak
At the age of eight I was really great
‘Cause every night you see I had a date
At the age of nine I was right on time
‘Cause every night I had a party rhyme
Going on and on and on on and on
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
Singin’ on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop
Going, going, on-and-and-on and don’t you dare stop
A-rock, rock y’all, give me what ya got
‘Cause I’m a hell of a man when I’m on the mike
And I am the definite feast delight
I’m a hell of a man when I’m on the mike
I am the definite feast delight
They call me the Master Gee, you see
The brother who rocks so viciously
I’m gonna move you here, I’m gonna move 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 the t-t-tickets in your behind
Said you done rock it to the East, you’re moving to the West
Moving to the middle of love, that’s the best
Master Gee is gettin’ on, takin’ all the girls
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