| Now, what you hear is not a test, I’m rapping 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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| You see I am Wonder Mike and I’d 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 don’t stop
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| Rock the rhythm that’ll make your body rock
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| Well so far you’ve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along
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| And next on the mic is my man Hank; |
| come on, Hank, sing that song:
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| Check it out, I’m the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y
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| You see, I go by the code of the Doctor of the Mix
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| And these reasons I’ll tell you why
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| You see I’m 6'1'' and I’m tons of fun and I dress to a tee
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| You 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, that definitely ain’t the whack
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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, which is really off the wall
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| I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball
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| Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money
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| Than a sucker could ever spend
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| But I wouldn’t 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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| Everybody go: Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what?)
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| Cause I’ma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ
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| Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
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| You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend
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| Uh Master Gee, am I mellow?
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| It’s on you, so what you gonna do?
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| Well it’s on, and on, and on, on and on
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| The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
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| I said M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E
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| 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 going down in history
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| As the baddest rapper there ever could be
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| Now I’m feeling the highs and you’re feeling the lows
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| The beat starts getting into your toes
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| You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet
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| And moving your body while you’re sitting in your seat
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| And then jam you start doing the freak
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| I said damn, right outta your seat
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| Then you throw your hands high in the air
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| You’re rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere
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| You’re rocking to the beat without a care
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| With the sure-shot emcees for the affair
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| Now, I’m 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 got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
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| All I’m here to do ladies is hypnotize
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| Singing on and on and on, on and on
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| The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
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| Singing on and on and on, on and on
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| Like a hot ready to pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie
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| Pop the pop, pop, you don’t dare stop
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| Come alive y’all gimme what you 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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| Singing on and on and on, on and on
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| The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
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| Singing on and on and on, on and on
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| Rock rock y’all get on the floor
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| I’m gonna freak ya here I’m gonna freak you there
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| I’m gonna move you outta this atmosphere
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| Cause I’m one of a kind and I’ll shock your mind
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| I’ll 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, y’all gimme what ya got
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| Cause I’m guaranteed to make you rock
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| I said 1−2-3−4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waiting for?
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| I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
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| To the hip hip hop and you don’t stop
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| The rock it 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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| 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 'til you’re a hundred and one years old
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| I don’t mean to brag, I don’t mean to boast
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| But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast
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| Rock it up, uh, baby bubba
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| Baby bubba to the boogie the bang bang the boogie
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| To the beat beat, it’s so unique |
| Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat
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| Have you ever went over a friend’s house to eat
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| And the food just ain’t 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 saying that you’re full
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| And then your friend says «momma, he’s just being polite
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| He ain’t finished, uh-uh, that’s bull»
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| So your heart starts pumping 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 food’s steaming your mind starts to dreaming
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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 chicken’s slowly rotting
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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 don’t care what these people think
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| I’m just sitting here making 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 but bubba, we’re still friends»
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| With a hip hop the hippie the hippie
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| To the hip hip hop and you don’t stop
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| The rock it to the bang bang boogie
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| Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat… |