Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rapper's Delight , by - The Sugarhill Gang. Release date: 20.04.2020
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rapper's Delight , by - The Sugarhill Gang. Rapper's Delight |
| 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 |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Rappers Delight | 2008 |
| Jam For The Ladies ft. Angie Stone, MC Lyte | 2002 |
| Rapper's Delight | 2005 |
| Signed, Sealed, Delivered I'm Yours ft. Stevie Wonder, Angie Stone | 2003 |
| Apache (Jump On It) | 1999 |
| Wonderland ft. Angie Stone | 2014 |
| 8th Wonder | 1979 |
| Keep Your Worries (Feat. Angie Stone) ft. Angie Stone | 2007 |
| Love Of My Life Worldwide ft. Queen Latifah, Angie Stone, Bahamadia | 2002 |
| Apache | 2018 |
| Lala Song ft. The Sugarhill Gang | 2009 |
| Our Problem ft. Angie Stone, Cyndi Lauper, K.Flay | 2021 |
| Life Story | 2012 |
| Rapper’s Delight | 2007 |
| Stay for a While ft. Angie Stone | 2013 |
| Bad News (Don't Bother Me) | 2009 |
| These Eyes | 2016 |
| Kick It Live From 9 To 5 | 1999 |
| Rapper's Reprise (Jam-Jam) ft. The Sequence | 1999 |
| Everyday | 2012 |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: The Sugarhill Gang
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Angie Stone