Rapper\u0027s Delight - Sugar Hill Gang (best lyrics) Now, what you hear is not a test, I\u0027m rappin\u0027 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\u0027d 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\u0027s rock, you don\u0027t stop Rock the riddle that\u0027ll make your body rock Well, so far you\u0027ve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along And next on the mic is my man Hank And come on, Hank, sing that song! Check it out, I\u0027m the C-A-S an\u0027 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\u0027ll tell ya why You see, I\u0027m six-foot-one, and I\u0027m tons of fun and I dress to a T 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\u0027t 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\u0027 \u0027bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend But I wouldn\u0027t give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker not a dime \u0027til I made it again Everybody go \u0022Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?) \u0027Cause I\u0027ma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ Everybody go \u0022Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn!\u0022 Say, if your girl starts actin\u0027 up, then you take her friend A Master Gee, am I mellow? It\u0027s on you, so what you gonna do? Well, it\u0027s on and on and on, on and on The beat don\u0027t 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\u0027m goin\u0027 down in history as the baddest rapper there could ever be Now I\u0027m feelin\u0027 the highs and ya feelin\u0027 the lows The beat starts gettin\u0027 into your toes Ya start poppin\u0027 ya fingers and stompin\u0027 your feet And movin\u0027 your body while you\u0027re sittin\u0027 in your seat And then, damn, ya start doin\u0027 the freak I said damn, right outta your seat Then ya throw your hands high in the air Ya rockin\u0027 to the rhythm, shake your derri\u00e8re Ya rockin\u0027 to the beat without a care With the sureshot MCs for the affair Now, I\u0027m 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\u0027m here to do, ladies, is hypnotize Singing on and on and on, on and on The beat don\u0027t stop until the break of dawn A-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\u0027t dare stop A-come alive, y\u0027all, 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\u0027s okay, I still keep in stride \u0027Cause all I\u0027m here to do is just wiggle your behind Singing on and on and on, on and on The beat don\u0027t stop until the break of dawn Singing on and on and on, on and on Rock-rock, y\u0027all, throw it on the floor I\u0027m gonna freak ya here, I\u0027m gonna freak ya there I\u0027m gonna move you outta this atmosphere \u0027Cause I\u0027m one of a kind, and I\u0027ll shock your mind I\u0027ll put the tick, tick, tickets in your behind I said a-one, two, three, four Come on, girls, get on the floor A-come alive, y\u0027all, a-gimme what ya got \u0027Cause I\u0027m guaranteed to make you rock I said a-one, two, three, four Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waitin\u0027 for? Said a hip-hop, the hippie to the hippie The hip, hip-a-hop and you don\u0027t stop rockin\u0027 To the bang, bang the boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat A-skiddlee bebop, we rock a scooby-doo And guess what, America, we love you \u0027Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul You could rock \u0027til you\u0027re a hundred-and-one-years old I don\u0027t mean to brag, I don\u0027t mean to boast But we\u0027re like hot butter on our breakfast toast Rock it up, a-baby bubba Baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang, the boogie To the beat, beat, it\u0027s so unique Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat Ever went over a friend\u0027s house to eat and the food just ain\u0027t no good? I mean the macaroni\u0027s 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\u0027 that you\u0027re full And then your friend says, \u0022Momma, he just being polite, he ain\u0027t finished, uh-uh, that\u0027s bull!\u0022 And so your heart starts pumpin\u0027, and you think of a lie, and you say that you already ate And your friend says, \u0022Man, there\u0027s plenty of food!\u0022 so you pile some more on your plate And while the stinky foods steamin\u0027 your mind starts to dreamin\u0027 of the moment that it\u0027s time to leave And then you look at your plate and your chicken\u0027s slowly rottin\u0027 into something that looks like cheese Oh, so you say, \u0022That\u0027s it, I got to leave this place! I don\u0027t care what these people think I\u0027m just sittin\u0027 here makin\u0027 myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinks!\u0022 And so you bust out the door while it\u0027s 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, \u0022I understand about the food, baby bubbah, but we\u0027re still friends\u0022 A with a hip-hop, the hippie to the hippie The hip, hip-hop and you don\u0027t stop the rockin\u0027 To the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat