Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rappers Delight, artist - The Sugarhill Gang.
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
Rappers Delight |
Now, what you hear is not a test, I’m rapping to the beat |
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet |
You 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-A-N, 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 6'1'' 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 off 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 (say what?) |
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 |
Uh Master Gee, am I 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 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 you’re feeling the lows |
The beat starts getting into your toes |
You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet |
And moving your body while you’re sitting in your seat |
And then jam you start doing the freak |
I said damn, 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 ya 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 t-t-tickets in your behind |
I said 1−2-3−4, come on, girls, get on the floor |
A-come alive, y’all gimme what ya got |
Cause I’m guaranteed 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 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 'til you’re a hundred and one years old |
I don’t mean to brag, I don’t mean to boast |
But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast |
Rock it up, uh, baby bubba |
Baby bubba to the boogie the bang bang the boogie |
To the beat beat, it’s so unique |
Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat |
Have you ever went over a friend’s house to eat |
And the food just ain’t 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 saying that you’re full |
And then your friend says «momma, he’s just being polite |
He ain’t finished, uh-uh, that’s bull» |
So your heart starts pumping 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 food’s steaming your mind starts to dreaming |
Of the moment that it’s time to leave |
And then you look at your plate and your chicken’s slowly rotting |
Into something that looks like cheese |
Oh so you say that’s it I got to leave this place |
I don’t care what these people think |
I’m just sitting here making 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 but bubba, we’re still friends» |
With 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… |