said a hip hop,Hippie to the hippie,The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock itTo 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 gottaBang 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 rhythm that'll make your body rock.Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,And the next on the mic is my man Hank,C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-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 funWhen I dress to a T,You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad Aliand I dress so viciously.I got bodyguards, I got two big carsThat definitely ain't the wack,I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunfoofed Cadillac.So after school I take a dip in the pool,Which is really on the wall,
got a colour TV, so I can seeThe Knicks play basketball. Hear me talk aboutCheckbooks, credit cards, mo' moneyThan a sucker could ever spend,But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum form the RuckerNot a dime 'til I made it again. Everybody goHo-tel, Mo-tel, Whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)'Cos I'm a get a fly girl,Gonna get some spank n' drive off in a def OJ. Everybody goHo-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn,Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend.Master Gee! My mellow!It's on to you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's on'n'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 nameOf the man they call the Master Gee.Well, my name is known all over the worldBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls.I'm goin' down in historyAs 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 toesYou start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feetAnd movin' your body while while you're sitting in your seat
And then damn! Ya start doin' the freak, I saidDamn! Right outta your seatThen you throw your hands high in the air,Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriereYa 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 gangBut I rap to the beat just the same.I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyesAll I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotizeSingin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,The beat don't stop until the break of dawnSingin' 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 stopCome alive y'all, gimme whatcha gotI guess by now you can take a hunchAnd find that I am the baby of the bunchBut that's okay, I still keep in stride,'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behindSingin' 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 floorI'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 mindI'll put TNT in your behind. I saidOne, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floorA-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rockI said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder MikeWhat are you waiting for?
said a hip hop,The hippie to the hippieThe hip hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock itTo 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 toastRock it up, Baby Bubba!Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogieTo the beat, beat, it's uniqueCome on everybody and dance to the beat!
A hip hopThe hippie to the hippie theHip hip a hop and you don't stop, rock itRock it out, Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bangThe boogie to the boogie, the beat.I said, I can't wait 'til the end of the weekWhen I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beatAnd I attempt to raise your body heat.Just blow your mind, so you can't speakAnd do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feetAnd let it change up to a dance called the freakAnd when you finally do come into your rhythmic beat,Reast a little while so you don't get weak.I know a man named HankHe has more rhymes than a serious bankSo come on Hank, sing that song,To the rhythm of the boogie, the 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 MCsThat shock the house for the young ladiesAnd when you come inside, into the front,You do the freak, spank, and do the bumpAnd when the sucker MC try to prove a point,We're a treacherous trio, we're the serious joint!a-From sun to sun and from time to time
I sit down and write a brand new rhymeBecause they say that miracles never ceaseI've created a devastating masterpieceI'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist,Everybody, I say it goes like thisWell, I was walking home late one afternoonA reporter stopped me for an interviewShe said she's heard stories and she's heard fablesThat I'm vicious on the mic and the turntableThis young reporter I did adore,So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with youThe Casanova legend must have been true"I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"Said, "I go by name of Lois LaneAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely can,Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman."I said, "He's a fairy, I do supposeFlyin' through the air in pantyhoseHe 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 man who's got finesseAnd his whole name across his chestHe 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 go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it.An' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Ban Hank, I'm everywhereJust throw your hands up in the airAnd party hardy like you just don't careLet's do it, don't stop, y'all, a tick tock, y'all, you don't stop!Go ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ,Everybody go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn"You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friendI say skip, dive, what can I say?I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ,So I just tak half, and bust 'em out,
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the houseIt was twelve o'clock one Friday nightI was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all rightEverybody was dancin' on the floorDoin' all the things they never did beforeAnd then this fly girl with a sexy leanShe came into the bar, she came into the sceneShe travelled deeper inside the roomAll the fellas checked out her white Sassoons
She came up to the table, looked into my eyesThen she turned around and shook her behindSo I said to myself, it's time for me to releaseMy vicious rhyme I call my masterpieceAnd now people in the house, this is just for youA little rap to make you boogalooNow the group you hear is called Phase TwoAnd let me tell you somethin', we're a helluva crewOnce a week, we're on the streetJust to cut in the jams and look at your feetFor you to party, you gotta have the moves,So we'll get right down and get you a groove
For you to dance, you got to be hotSo we'll get right down and make you rockNow the system's on and the girls are thereYou definitely have a rockin' affairBut let me tell you somethin', there's still one factAnd to have a party, you got to have a rapSo when the party's over, you're makin' it home,And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawnAnd while you're sleepin', you start to dream,And thinkin' how you danced on the disco sceneMy name appears in your mind,Yeah, a name you know that was right on time
It was Phase Two just doin' a doRockin' you down 'cos you knew we couldTo the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak,Come alive girls, get on your feetTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beatTo the double beat beat that makes you freakTo the rhythm of the beat that says you go onOn'n'on into the break of dawnNow I got a man comin' on right nowHe's garuanteed to throw downHe goes by the name of Wonder MikeCome on, Wonder Mike, do what you like!
I say a can of beer that's sweeter than honey,Like a millionaire that has no moneyLike a rainy day that is not wet,Like a gamblin' fiend that does not betLike 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 woodLike goin' up and not comin' down,Is just like the beat without the sound, no soundTo the beat beat, you do the freakEverybody just rock and dance to the beatHave you ever went over a friends house to eatAnd the food just ain't no good?The macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed,And the chicken tastes like woodSo you try to play it off like you think you canBy saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being politeHe ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lieAnd you say that you already ateAnd your friend says "Man, there's plenty of food"So you pile some more on your plateWhile the stinky food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin'Of the moment that it's time to leaveAnd 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 placeI don't care what these people think,I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseousWith this ugly food that stinks"So you bust out the door while it's still closedStill sick from the food you ateAnd then you run to the store for quick reliefFrom a bottle of KaopectateAnd then you call your friend two weeks laterTo see how he has beenAnd he says, "I understand about the food,Baby Bubba, but we're still friends"With a hip hop the hippie to the hippieThe hip hip a hop, a you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang bang boogieSay up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beatI 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, make the people move!"
go to the balls and then ring the bellBecause I am the man with the clienteleAnd if ya ask me why I rock so well,A Big Bang, I got clienteleAnd from the time I was only six years oldI never forgot what I was toldIt was the best advice I ever hadIt came from my wise, dear old dadHe said, "Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to youAnd don't say a word until I'm throughNow there's a time to laugh, a time to cryA time to live and a time to dieA time to break and a time to chill
To act civilized or act real illBut whatever you do in your lifetimeYou never let an MC steal your rhyme"So from six to six 'til this very dayI'll always remember what he had to saySo when the sucker MCs try to chump my styleI let them know that I'm versatileI got style, finesse, and a little black bookThat's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look
But the thing that seperates you from meAnd that is called originalityBecause my rhymes are on from what you heardI didn't even bite, not a go---wordAnd I say a little more, later on tonightSo the sucker MCs can bite all nightA tick a tock, y'all, a beat beat, y'allA let's rock, y'all, you don't stopYa go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today?" (Say what?)
Ya say, "I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank andDrive off in a def OJ"Everybody go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn"Ya say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friendsA like that, y'all, to the beat, y'allBeat beat y'all, ya don't stop!A Master Gee, my mellowIt's on to you so whatcha gonna do?
Well, like Johnny Carson on the Late ShowA like Frankie Crocker in stereoWell like the Barkay's singin' "Holy Ghost"The sounds to throw down, they're played the mostIt's like my man Captain SkyWhose name he earned with his super sperm
We rock and we don't stopGet off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha gotTo the beat that it makes you freakAnd come alive, girl, get on your feetA like a Perry Mason without a caseLike Farrah Fawcett without her faceLike the Barkays on the micLike gettin' down right for you tonightLike movin' your body so you don't know howRight to the rhythm and throw downLike comin' alive to the Master Gee
The brother who rocks so viciouslyI said the age of one, my life begunAt the age of two I was doin' the doAt the age of three, it was you and meRockin' to the sounds of the Master GeeAt the age of four, I was on the floorGivin' all the freaks what they bargained forAt the age of five I didn't take no jive
With the Master Gee it's all the way liveAt the age of six I was a-pickin' up sticksRappin' to the beat, my stick was fixedAt the age of seven, I was rockin' in heavenDon'tcha know I went offI gotta run on down to the beat you seeGettin' right on down, makin' all the girlsJust take off their clothes to the beat the beatTo the double beat beat that makes you freakAt 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 rhymeGoing on'n'n'on'n' on on'n'onThe beat don't stop until the break of dawnA sayin' on'n'n'on'n' on on'n'onLike a hot buttered de pop pop de popcorn...
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