Rapper's Delight -- ooops

[Hubert...@allgaeu.org]

On Mon, 23 Feb 1998 17:58:04, zeb...@erols.com wrote:

> I see that was a very long post! Perhaps I should have emailed it. Sorry!

I have posted the lyrics to this last week. But this is the second
request of the lyrics to "Rappers delight" since the last posting. So
I will repeat this posting:

"Rapper's Delight" - SUGARHILL GANG
Lyrics: S. Robinson/H. Jackson/M. Wright/G. O'Brien
To the Music of "Good Times" (Rodgers/Edwards)

I said
Hip hop da hib-by da hib-by dib-by
Hip hip hop ya don't stop
The rock it to the bad man
What you say up jumped the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie to be
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
Ya see I am Wonder-Mic and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and
The brown, to the purple and yellow
But first I gotta bang-bang
The boogie to the boogie say up jumped the boogie
To the bang-bang boogie let's rock
Ya don't stop rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
So all you heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my man Hank
Come on Hank, sing that song
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N-O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y
Ya see I go by the code of the doctor and the meat
These reasons I'll tell you why
Ya see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun
And I adress to a tee
Ya see I got more clothes than Muhammed Ali
And I dress so viciously
I got body guards and I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wagon
I got a lincoln continental and a sharp new cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool
Which is really on the wall
I got a color T.V. so I can see
The knicks play basketball
Hear me talkin' 'bout check-book, credit cards, more money
Than a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn't give a sucker or bombs in a rockin'
That I drive to my baby again
Everybody go hotel, motel
And what's you gonna do today? Say what
Gonna get e fly-girl, gonna get some stuff
And drive off in a deaf O. J.
Everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn
I say if your girl starts actin' up
Then you take a friend
Oh Mastergee
Oh Ma leave me alone
It's on you, so what's you're gonna do
Well this on and on and on, on and on
The beat don't stop till the break of dawn
I say M-A-S-T-E-R "G" with o double "E"
I said I go by the unforgetable name
Of the man they call Mastergee, well
My name is known all over the world
And all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
Are goin' down in history as the baddest brother there ever could be
I'm filling highs and you're filling the lows
The beat starts gettin' into your toes
You start pumpin' your fingers and stompin' your feet
And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat
then damn, you start doin' the freak
I said "damn" right out of your seat
You throw your hands high in the air
You're rockin' to the beat, shake your derriere,
You're rockin' to the beat without a care
Put the show aside, M. C.'s for the affair
Now I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rock to the beat just the same
I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
I'm a-give-it to the ladies that's hypnotized
Singin' on and on and on, on and on
The beat don't stop till the break of dawn
Singin' on and on, on and on
Like a hop dit-ti-ty, da-pop da-pop, dit-ty dit-ty
Pop di-pop-pop. Ya don't dare stop
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
Well that's o. k., I still keep in stride
Cause all I'm here to do is just to wiggle your behind
I'm singin' on and on and on, on and on
The beat don't stop still the break of dawn
Singin' on and on and on, on, and on
Rock, rock y'all get on the floor
I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there
I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere
I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind
I'll put the tick-tick-tick inside your behind
I said one, two, three, four, come on girls, get on the floor
Come alive y'all gimme what you got
Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me Wonder-Mic what are you waitin' for
Hip-hop hib-by to the hib-by
Da-hip-hip ya don't stop rockin' to the bang-bang boogie
Say, up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie to be, ...

(c) 1979 by CHIC MUSIC INC.

Greetings from Germany

Hubert

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