Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kids' Rapper's Delight (Kid's Rap-Along), artist - The Sugarhill Gang. Album song Jump On It!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.04.1999
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Kids' Rapper's Delight (Kid's Rap-Along) |
Yeah, all the kids right now, come close to the stage |
Come close to Sugarhill Gang right now |
We’re gonna dance all night long with y’all, come on now |
Now let me tell you something about this song right here |
This song here was the first song that created the whole rap phenomenon |
«Rapper's Delight» by the Sugarhill Gang |
Somebody say «Ho!» |
(Ho!) |
Say «Ho! |
Ho!» |
(Ho! Ho!) |
Somebody scream! |
(Ahhh!) |
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie |
To the hip hip hop and you don’t stop |
The rock it 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 |
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 next on the mic 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 |
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 tee |
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 whack |
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 talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more 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? |
'Cause I’ma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ |
Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn |
You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend |
Master Gee, my mellow? |
It’s on you so what you gonna do? |
Well it’s on and on and on, on and on |
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn |
I said a M-A-S, a 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 going down in history |
As the baddest rapper there ever could be |
Now I’m feeling the highs and I’m feeling the lows |
The beat starts gettin' down to your toes |
You start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feet |
And moving your body while you’re sitting in the seat |
And then jam, you start doing the freak |
I said jam, right outta your seat |
Then you throw your hands high in the air |
You’re rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere |
You’re rocking to the beat without a care |
With the sure-shot emcees 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 |
Singing on and on and on, on and on |
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn |
Singing on and on and on, on and on |
Like a hot ready to pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie |
Pop the pop, pop, you 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 |
But that’s okay, I still keep in stride |
'Cause all I’m here to do is just wiggle your behind |
Singing on and on and on, on and on |
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn |
Singing 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 |
'Cause I’m one of a kind and I’ll shock your mind |
I’ll put the jig-jig-jiggles in your behind |
I said 1−2-3−4, come on, girls, get on the floor |
Come alive y’all, gimme what you got |
'Cause I guarantee to make you rock |
I said 1−2-3−4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waiting for? |
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie |
To the hip hip hop and you don’t stop |
The rock it to the bang bang boogie |
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat |
Skiddlee beebop, we rock a scooby doo |
And guess what, kids: we love you |
'Cause you rock and you roll with so much soul |
You could rock 'til you’re a hundred and one years old |
I don’t mean to brag, I don’t mean to boast |
But we’re like hot butter on your breakfast toast |
Rock it up, baby bubbah |
Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie |
To the beat, beat, it’s so unique |
Come on kids, let’s rock to the beat |