i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
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to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
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the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
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to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
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now what you hear is not a test--i'm rappin to the beat
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and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
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see i am wonder mike and i like to say hello
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to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow
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but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
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say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
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let’s rock, you dont stop
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rock the riddle that will make your body rock
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well so far youve heard my voice but i brought two friends along
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and next on the mike is my man hank
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come on, hank, sing that song
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check it out, i’m the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a
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and the rest is f-l-y
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ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix
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and these reasons i’ll tell ya why
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ya see i’m six foot one and i’m tons of fun
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and i dress to a t ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously
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i got bodyguards, i got two big cars
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that definitely aint the wack
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i got a lincoln continental and a sunroof cadillac
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so after school, i take a dip in the pool
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which really is on the wall
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i got a color tv so i can see
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the knicks play basketball
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hear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards
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more money than a sucker could ever spend
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but i wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker
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not a dime til i made it again
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ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what)
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ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin
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drive off in a def oj everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn
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say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend
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master gee, am I mellow
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its on you so what you gonna do well it’s on n on n on on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
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i said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e i said i go by the unforgettable name
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of the man they call the master gee
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well, my name is known all over the world
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by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
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i’m goin down in history
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as the baddest rapper there could ever be now i’m feelin the highs and ya feelin the lows
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the beat starts gettin into your toes
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ya start poppin ya fingers and stompin your feet
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and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat
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and the damn ya start doin the freak
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i said damn, right outta your seat
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then ya throw your hands high in the air
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ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your derriere
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ya rockin to the beat without a care
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with the sureshot m.c.s for the affair
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now, im not as tall as the rest of the gang
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but i rap to the beat just the same
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i dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes
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all im here to do ladies is hypnotize
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singin on n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
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singin on n n on n on on n on like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
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pop da pop pop ya dont dare stop
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come alive yall gimme what ya got
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i guess by now you can take a hunch
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and find that i am the baby of the bunch
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'but that’s okay i still keep in stride
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cause all i’m here to do is just wiggle your behind
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singin on n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
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singin on n n on n on on n on rock rock yall throw it on the floor
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im gonna freak ya here im gonna feak ya there
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im gonna move you outta this atmosphere
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cause im one of a kind and ill shock your mind
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ill put t-t-tickets in your behind
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i said 1−2-3−4, come on girls get on the floor
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a-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya got
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cause im guaranteed to make you rock
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i said 1−2-3−4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin for?
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i said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
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the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
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the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
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to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
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skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie doo
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and guess what america we love you
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cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul
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you could rock till you’re a hundred and one years old
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i dont mean to brag i dont mean to boast
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but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
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rock it up baby bubbah
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baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie |
to the beat beat, its so unique
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come on everybody and dance to the beat
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i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
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to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
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rock it out baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang
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the boogie to the boogie da beat
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i said i cant wait til the end of the week
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when im rappin to the rhythm of a groovy beat
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and attempt to raise your body heat
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just blow your mind so that you cant speak
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and do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet
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and let it change up to a dance called the freak
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and when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat
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rest a little while so ya dont get weak
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i know a man named hank
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he has more rhymes than a serious bank
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so come on hank sing that song
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to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong
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well, im imp the dimp the ladies pimp
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the women fight for my delight
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but im the grandmaster with the three mcs
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that shock the house for the young ladies
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and when you come inside, into the front
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you do the freak, spank, and do the bump
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and when the sucker mcs try to prove a point
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we’re treacherous trio, we’re the serious joint
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a from sun to sun and from day to day
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i sit down and write a brand new rhyme
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because they say that miracles never cease
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i’ve created a devastating masterpiece
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i’m gonna rock the mike til you cant resist
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everybody, i say it goes like this
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well i was comin home late one dark afternoon
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a reporter stopped me for a interview
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she said she’s heard stories and she’s heard fables
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that i’m vicious on the mike and the turntables
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this young reporter i did adore
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so i rocked a vicious rhyme like i never did before
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she said damn fly guy im in love with you
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the casanova legend must have been true
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i said by the way baby what’s your name
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said i go by the name of lois lane
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and you could be my boyfiend you surely can
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just let me quit my boyfriend called superman
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i said he’s a fairy i do suppoose
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flyin through the air in pantyhose
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he may be very sexy or even cute
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but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit
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i said you need a man who’s got finesse
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and his whole name across his chest
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he may be able to fly all through the night
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but can he rock a party til the early light
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he cant satisfy you with his little worm
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but i can bust you out with my super sperm
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i go do it, i go do it, i go do it, do it, do it an i’m here an i’m there i’m big bang hank, im everywhere
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just throw your hands up in the air
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and party hardy like you just dont care
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let’s do it dont stop yall a tick a tock yall you dont stop
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go hotel motel what you gonna do today (say what)
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im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def oj everybody go hotel motel holiday inn
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you say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friend
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i say skip, dive, what can i say
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i cant fit em all inside my oj so i just take half and bust them out
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i give the rest to master gee so he could shock the house
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it was twelve o’clock one friday night
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i was rockin to the beat and feelin all right
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everybody was dancin on the floor
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doin all the things they never did before
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and then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean
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she came into the bar, she came into the scene
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as she traveled deeper inside the room
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all the fellas checked out her white sasoons
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she came up to the table, looked into my eyes
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then she turned around and shook her behind
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so i said to myself, its time for me to release
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my vicious rhyme i call my masterpiece
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and now people in the house this is just for you
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a little rap to make you boogaloo
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now the group ya hear is called phase two
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and let me tell ya somethin we’re a helluva crew
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once a week we’re on the street
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just a-cuttin'the jams and making it free
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for you to party ya got to have the movies
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so we’ll get right down and give you the groove
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for you to dance you gotta get hype
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so we’ll get right down for you tonight
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now the system’s on and the girls are there
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ya definitely have a rockin affair
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but let me tell ya somethin there’s still one fact
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that to have a party ya got to have a rap
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so when the party’s over you’re makin it home
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and tryin to sleep before the break of dawn |
and while ya sleepin ya start to dream
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and thinkin how ya danced on the disco scene
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my name appears in your mind
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yeah, a name you know that was right on time
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it was phase two just a doin a do rockin ya down cause ya know we could
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to the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak
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come alive girls get on your feet
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to the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat
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to the double beat beat that it makes ya freak
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to the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on
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on n on into the break of dawn
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now i got a man comin on right now
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he’s guaranteed to throw down
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he goes by the name of wonder mike
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come on wonder mike do what ya like
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like a can of beer that’s sweeter than honey
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like a millionaire that has no money
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like a rainy day that is not wet
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like a gamblin fiend that does not bet
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like dracula with out his fangs
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like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
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like collard greens that dont taste good
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like a tree that’s not made out of wood
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like goin up and not comin down
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is just like the beat without the sound no sound
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to the beat beat, ya do the freak
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everybody just rock and dance to the beat
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have you ever went over a friends house to eat
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and the food just aint no good
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i mean the macaroni’s soggy the peas are mushed
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and the chicken tastes like wood
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so you try to play it off like you think you can
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by sayin that youre full
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and then your friend says momma he’s just being polite
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he aint finished uh uh that’s bull
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so your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie
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and you say that you already ate
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and your friend says man there’s plenty of food
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so you pile some more on your plate
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while the stinky foods steamin your mind starts to dreamin
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of the moment that it’s time to leave
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and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin
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into something that looks like cheese
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oh so you say that’s it i got to leave this place
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i dont care what these people think
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im just sittin here makin myself nauseous
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with this ugly food that stinks
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so you bust out the door while its still closed
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still sick from the food you ate
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and then you run to the store for quick relief
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from a bottle of kaopectate
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and then you call your friend two weeks later
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to see how he has been
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and he says i understand about the food
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baby bubbah but we’re still friends
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with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
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the hip hip a hop a you dont stop the rockin
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to the bang bang boogie
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say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat
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i say hank can ya rock
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can ya rock to the rhythm that just dont stop
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can ya hip me to the shoobie doo
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i said come on i go to the halls and then ring the bell
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because i am the man with the clientele
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and if ya ask me why i rock so well
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a big bang, i got clientele
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and from the time i was only six years old
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i never forgot what i was told
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it was the best advice that i ever had
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it came from my wise dear old dad
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he said sit down punk i wanna talk to you
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and dont say a word until i’m through
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now there’s a time to laugh a time to cry
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a time to live and a time to die
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a time to break and a time to chill
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to act civilized or act real ill
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but whatever ya do in your lifetime
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ya never let a mc steal your rhyme
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so from sixty six til this very day
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ill always remember what he had to say
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so when the sucker mcs try to chump my style
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i let them know that i’m versatile
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i got style finesse and a little black book
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that’s filled with rhymes and i know you wanna look
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but there’s a thing that separates you from me and that’s called originality
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because my rhymes are on from what you heard
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i didnt even bite and not a god d--m word
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and i say a little more later on tonight
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so the sucker mc’s can bite all night
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a tick a tock yall a beat beat yall
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a lets rock yall ya dont stop
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ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what)
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ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin
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drive off in a def oj everybody go hotel motel holiday inn
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ya say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friends
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a like that yall to the beat yall
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beat beat yall ya dont stop
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a master gee am I mellow?
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its on you so whatcha gonna do well like johnny carson on the late show |
a like frankie croker in stereo
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well like the barkay’s singin holy ghost
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the sounds to throw down they’re played the most
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its like my man captain sky
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whose name he earned with his super sperm
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we rock and we dont stop
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get off yall im here to give you whatcha got
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to the beat that it makes you freak
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and come alive girl get on your feet
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a like a perry mason without a case
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like farrah fawcett without her face
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like the barkays on the mike
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like gettin right down for you tonight
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like movin your body so ya dont know how
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right to the rhythm and throw down
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like comin alive to the master gee
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the brother who rocks so viciously
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i said the age of one my life begun
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at the age of two i was doin the do at the age of three it was you and me rockin to the sounds of the master gee
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at the age of four i was on the floor
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givin all the freaks what they bargained for
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at the age of five i didnt take no jive
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with the master gee its all the way live
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at the age of six i was a pickin up sticks
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rappin to the beat my stick was fixed
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at the age of seven i was rockin in heaven dontcha know i went off
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i got right on down to the beat you see
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gettin right on down makin all the girls
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just take of their clothes to the beat the beat
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to the double beat beat that makes you freak
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at the age of eight i was really great
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cause every night you see i had a date
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at the age of nine i was right on time
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cause every night i had a party rhyme
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goin on n n on n on on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
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a sayin on n n on n on on n on…
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like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop
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a saying on n n on n on on n on cause i’m a helluva man when i’m on the mike
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i am the definate feast delight
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cause i’m a helluva man when i’m on the mike
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i am the definate feast delight
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come to the master gee you see
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the brother who rocks so viciously |