Rappers Delight Lyrics - Singles - 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 

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Check it out: 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 

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 ever could be. 

Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows, 

The beat starts gettin' into your toes 

You start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feet 

And movin' your body while while you're sitting in your seat 

And then damn! Ya start doin' the freak, I said 

Damn! Right outta your seat 

Then you 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 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 pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie 

Pop da pop pop, don't you 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 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 you here, I'm gona 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 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 

The hip hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it 

To the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie, 

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat. 

A Skiddleebebop, we rock, scooby doo, 

And guess what, America, we love you 

'Cos you rocked and a rolled with so much soul, 

You could rock 'til 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 Bubba! 

Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie 

To the beat, beat, it's unique 

Come on everybody and dance to the beat! 

Have you ever went over a friends house to eat 

And the food just ain't no good? 

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, "Mama, 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 food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin' 

Of the moment that it's time to leave 

And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin' 

Into something that looks like cheese 

Oh so you say "That's it, I gotta 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 Bubba, 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