Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rapper's Delight [110 BPM], artist - Remix Masters. Album song Rapper's Delight, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 04.04.2011
Record label: On-The-Go
Rapper's Delight [110 BPM] |
i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie |
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop |
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped 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 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 dont stop |
rock the riddle that will make your body rock |
well so far youve 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, i’m the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a |
and the rest is f-l-y |
ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix |
and these reasons i’ll tell ya why |
ya see i’m six foot one and i’m tons of fun |
and i dress to a t ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously |
i got bodyguards, i got two big cars |
that definitely aint 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 wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker |
not a dime til i made it again |
ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what) |
ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin |
drive off in a def oj everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn |
say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend |
master gee, am I mellow |
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 |
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 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 youre sittin in your seat |
and the 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 m.c.s for the affair |
now, im not as tall as the rest of the gang |
but i rap to the beat just the same |
i dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes |
all im here to do ladies is hypnotize |
singin on n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn |
singin on n n on n on on n on like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie |
pop da pop pop ya dont dare stop |
come alive yall gimme what ya 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 n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn |
singin on n n on n on on n on rock rock yall throw it on the floor |
im gonna freak ya here im gonna feak ya there |
im gonna move you outta this atmosphere |
cause im one of a kind and ill shock your mind |
ill put t-t-tickets in your behind |
i said 1−2-3−4, come on girls get on the floor |
a-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya got |
cause im guaranteed to make you rock |
i said 1−2-3−4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin for? |
i said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie |
the hip hip hop, a you dont stop |
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie |
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat |
skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie doo |
and guess what america we love you |
cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul |
you could rock till you’re a hundred and one years old |
i dont mean to brag i dont mean to boast |
but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast |
rock it up baby bubbah |
baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie |
to the beat beat, its so unique |
come on everybody and dance to the beat |
i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie |
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop |
rock it out baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang |
the boogie to the boogie da beat |
i said i cant wait til the end of the week |
when im rappin to the rhythm of a groovy beat |
and attempt to raise your body heat |
just blow your mind so that you cant 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 dont 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 da bang bang da bong |
well, im imp the dimp the ladies pimp |
the women fight for my delight |
but im 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 mike til you cant 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 mike 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 im 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 suppoose |
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 cant 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 an i’m here an i’m there i’m big bang hank, im everywhere |
just throw your hands up in the air |
and party hardy like you just dont care |
let’s do it dont stop yall a tick a tock yall you dont stop |
go hotel motel what you gonna do today (say what) |
im 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 cant 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 |
it was twelve o’clock one friday night |
i was rockin to the beat and feelin all right |
everybody was dancin on the floor |
doin all the things they never did before |
and then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean |
she came into the bar, she came into the scene |
as she traveled deeper inside the room |
all the fellas checked out her white sasoons |
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 two |
and let me tell ya somethin we’re a helluva crew |
once a week we’re on the street |
just a-cuttin'the jams and making it free |
for you to party ya got to have the movies |
so we’ll get right down and give you the groove |
for you to dance you gotta get hype |
so we’ll get right down for you tonight |
now the system’s on and the girls are there |
ya definitely have a rockin affair |
but let me tell ya somethin there’s still one fact |
that to have a party ya got to have a rap |
so when the party’s over you’re makin it home |
and tryin to sleep before the break of dawn |
and while ya sleepin ya start to dream |
and thinkin how ya danced on the disco scene |
my name appears in your mind |
yeah, a name you know that was right on time |
it was phase two just a doin a do rockin 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 n on into the break of dawn |
now i got a man comin 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 |
like 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 gamblin fiend that does not bet |
like dracula with out his fangs |
like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang |
like collard greens that dont taste good |
like a tree that’s not made out of wood |
like goin up and not comin 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 friends house to eat |
and the food just aint 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 youre full |
and then your friend says momma he’s just being polite |
he aint 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 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 chickens slowly rottin |
into something that looks like cheese |
oh so you say that’s it i got to leave this place |
i dont care what these people think |
im just sittin here makin myself nauseous |
with this ugly food that stinks |
so you bust out the door while its 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 |
with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie |
the hip hip a hop a you dont 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 dont stop |
can ya hip me to the shoobie doo |
i said come on 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 |
a big bang, 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 dont 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 sixty six til this very day |
ill 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 there’s a thing that separates you from me and that’s called originality |
because my rhymes are on from what you heard |
i didnt even bite and not a god d--m word |
and i say a little more later on tonight |
so the sucker mc’s can bite all night |
a tick a tock yall a beat beat yall |
a lets rock yall ya dont stop |
ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what) |
ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin |
drive off in a def oj everybody go hotel motel holiday inn |
ya say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friends |
a like that yall to the beat yall |
beat beat yall ya dont stop |
a master gee am I mellow? |
its on you so whatcha gonna do well like johnny carson on the late show |
a like frankie croker in stereo |
well like the barkay’s singin holy ghost |
the sounds to throw down they’re played the most |
its like my man captain sky |
whose name he earned with his super sperm |
we rock and we dont stop |
get off yall im here to give you whatcha got |
to the beat that it 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 barkays on the mike |
like gettin right down for you tonight |
like movin your body so ya dont know how |
right to the rhythm and throw down |
like comin 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 doin the do at the age of three it was you and me rockin to the sounds of the master gee |
at the age of four i was on the floor |
givin all the freaks what they bargained for |
at the age of five i didnt take no jive |
with the master gee its all the way live |
at the age of six i was a pickin up sticks |
rappin to the beat my stick was fixed |
at the age of seven i was rockin in heaven dontcha know i went off |
i got right on down to the beat you see |
gettin right on down makin all the girls |
just take of 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 |
goin on n n on n on on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn |
a sayin on n n on n on on n on… |
like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop |
a saying on n n on n on on n on cause i’m a helluva man when i’m on the mike |
i am the definate feast delight |
cause i’m a helluva man when i’m on the mike |
i am the definate feast delight |
come to the master gee you see |
the brother who rocks so viciously |