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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
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 youve 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 Y'see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I'll tell ya why: Y'see I'm six-foot-one, and I'm tons of fun, and I dress to a T Y'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 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' '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 Y'go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? ([Say what?]) Y'say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def OJ Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn! Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend Master gee, am I mellow? It's on you, so what you gonna do? Well, it's on n on n on on n on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn I said m-a-s, 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 goin down in history As the baddest rapper there could ever be Now I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows The beat starts gettin' into your toes Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat And then, damn, ya start doin' the freak I said damn, right outta your seat Then ya throw your hands high in the air Ya rockin' 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 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 Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie Pop da pop pop, ya don't dare stop Come alive, y'all, gimme what ya 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 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 feak ya 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, a-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 waitin' for? I said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie 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 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 our breakfast toast Rock it up, baby bubbah Baby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogie To the beat beat, it's so unique Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat I said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop-a you dont stop Rock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bang The boogie, to the boogie da beat I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat And attempt to raise your body heat Just blow your mind so that you can't speak And 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 in to 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, sing that song To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da 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 mic '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 of Lois Lane And you could be my boyfiend, 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 the groove For you to dance, you gotta get hype So we'll get right down for you tonight 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 with out 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 'til 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's called originality Because my rhymes are on from what you heard I didn't even bite and not a God damn 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 Croker 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 '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
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