Rapper's Delight

The Sugarhill Gang

I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a 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 riddle that will make your body rock

Well, so far you’ve 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
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 D
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 (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, 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 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 damn, 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
Ya rockin’ to the beat without a care
With the sureshot MCs 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 an’ an’ on an’ on, on an’ on
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
Singing on an’ an’ on an’ on, on an’ on
Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie
Pop the pop, pop, you don’t dare stop
Come alive y’all, gimme whatcha 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
‘Cos all I’m here to do is just wiggle your behind
Singin’ on’n’n’on’n’on n’on
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
Singin’ on’n’n’on’n’on on’n’on
Rock rock, y’all, throw it on the floor

I’m gonna freak ya here I’m gonna freak you there
I’m gonna move you outta this atmosphere
‘Cos I’m one of a kind and I’ll shock your mind
I’ll put TNT tickin’ in your behind
I said one, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y’all, a-gimme whatcha got
‘Cos I’m guaranteed to make you rock

I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike
What are you waiting for?
I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don’t stop
The rock it to the bang bang the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, dig the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby 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 bubbah
Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie
To the beat beat, it’s so unique
Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat


A hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don’t stop
The rock it out baby boppa to the boogity bang bang
Boogie to the boogie, the beat
I said I can’t wait ’til the end of the week
When I’m rappin’ to the rhythm of a groovy beat
An attempt to raise your body heat
Just blow your mind so that you can’t speak

To 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 into your rhythmic beat
Rest a little while so ya don’t get weak
I know a man named Hank
He has more rhymes than a serious bank
So come on Hank, uh, sing that song
To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong

Well, I’m imp the dimp, the ladies pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I’m 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 can’t 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 mic 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, I’m 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 Lois Lane

And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman”
I said, “He’s a fairy, I do suppose
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 can’t satisfy you with his little worm
But I can bust you out with my super sperm!”
I gon’ do it, I gon’ do it I gon’ do it, do it, do it
And I’m here, and I’m there I’m Big Bank Hank, I’m everywhere

Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just don’t care
Let’s do it, don’t stop y’all
A-tick a-tock, y’all, you don’t stop!
Go hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? (Say what?)
I’m 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 can’t 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, “It’s 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 moves
So we’ll get right down and give you a groove
For you to dance, you gotta get hype
So we’ll get right down and make you rock
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 without his fangs
Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
Like collard greens that don’t 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 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 sayin 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 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 don’t care what these people think
I’m just sittin’ here makin’ myself nauseous
With this ugly food that stinks!”
So you bust out the door while it’s 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 don’t 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 don’t stop?
Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?
I said, come on make the, make the people move
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 don’t 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
Y’never let a MC steal your rhyme!”
So from sixty-six to this very day
I’ll 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 is called originality
Because my rhymes are on from what you heard
I didn’t even bite and not a Goddamn word
And I say a little more later on tonight
So the sucker MCs can bite all night

A-tick a-tock y’all, a-beat beat y’all
A-let’s rock y’all, ya don’t stop
Ya go hotel, motel
Whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
Ya say I’m 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 y’all, to the beat y’all
Beat beat ya’ll, ya don’t stop
A-Master Gee, am I mellow?
It’s on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show
A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo

Well, like The Bar-Kay’s singin’ Holy Ghost
The sounds to throw down, they’re played the most
It’s like my man, Captain Sky
Whose name he earned with his super sperm
We rock and we don’t stop
Get off, y’all, I’m 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 Bar-Kays on the mic
Like gettin’ right down for you tonight
Like movin’ your body so ya don’t 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 didn’t take no jive
With the Master Gee, it’s 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 don’t 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
I say you don’t stop, gimme what ya got
‘Cause I’m a helluva man when I’m on the mic
I am the definite feast delight
‘Cause I’m a helluva man when i’m on the mic
I am the definite feast delight
Come to the Master Gee, you see
The brother who rocks so viciously