Rapper's Delight (Hip-Hop Remix Long Version) - remix

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 mic 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 is really 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 till 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 ever could 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 sure shot 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 till 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 till 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 till 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 Cassanova 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 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 till 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