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I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie |
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To the hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock |
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It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie |
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To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat |
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Now what you hear is not a test: I'm rappin' to the beat |
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And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet |
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See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello |
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To the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow |
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But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie |
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Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie |
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Let's rock, you don't stop |
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Rock the riddle that will make your body rock |
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Well, so far youve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along |
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And next on the mike is my man Hank: come on, Hank, sing that song |
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[Big Bank Hank] |
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Check it out: I'm the C-a-s-an-the-o-v-a, and the rest is f-l-y |
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Y'see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I'll tell ya why: |
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Y'see I'm six-foot-one, and I'm tons of fun, and I dress to a T |
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Y'see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali, and I dress so viciously |
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I got bodyguards, I got two big cars: that definitely ain't the wack |
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I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac |
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So after school, I take a dip in the pool which really is on the wall |
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I got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball |
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Hear me talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend |
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But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again |
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Y'go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? ( |
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Say what? |
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) |
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Y'say I'm gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def OJ |
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Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn! |
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Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend |
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Master gee, am I mellow? |
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It's on you, so what you gonna do? |
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[Master Gee] |
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Well, it's on n on n on on n on |
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The beat don't stop until the break of dawn |
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I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e |
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I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee |
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Well, my name is known all over the world |
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By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls |
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I'm goin down in history |
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As the baddest rapper there could ever be |
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Now I'm feelin' the highs and ya feelin' the lows |
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The beat starts gettin' into your toes |
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Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin' your feet |
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And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat |
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And then, damn, ya start doin' the freak |
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I said damn, right outta your seat |
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Then ya throw your hands high in the air |
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Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere |
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Ya rockin' to the beat without a care |
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With the sureshot MCs for the affair |
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Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang |
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But I rap to the beat just the same |
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I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes |
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All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize |
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Singin' on n n on n on n on |
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The beat don't stop until the break of dawn |
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Singin' on n n on n on on n on |
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Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie |
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Pop da pop pop, ya don't dare stop |
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Come alive, y'all, gimme what ya got |
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I guess by now, you can take a hunch |
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And find that I am the baby of the bunch |
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But that's okay I still keep in stride |
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'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind |
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Singin' on n n on n on n on |
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The beat don't stop until the break of dawn |
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Singin' on n n on n on on n on |
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Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor |
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I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna feak ya there |
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I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere |
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'Cause I'm one of a kind, and I'll shock your mind |
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I'll put t-t-tickets in your behind |
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I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor |
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A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what ya got |
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'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock |
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I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin' for? |
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[Wonder Mike] |
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I said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie |
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The hip hip hop-a you don't stop the rock |
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It to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie |
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To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat |
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Skiddlee beebop-a we rock a scoobie doo |
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And guess what, America, we love you |
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'Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul |
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You could rock 'til you're a hundred and one years old |
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I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast |
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But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast |
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Rock it up, baby bubbah |
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Baby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogie |
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To the beat beat, it's so unique |
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Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat |
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I said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippie |
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To the hip hip hop-a you dont stop |
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Rock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bang |
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The boogie, to the boogie da beat |
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I said I can't wait 'til the end of the week |
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When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat |
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And attempt to raise your body heat |
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Just blow your mind so that you can't speak |
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And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet |
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And let it change up to a dance called the freak |
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And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat |
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Rest a little while so ya don't get weak |
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I know a man named Hank |
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He has more rhymes than a serious bank |
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So come on, Hank, sing that song |
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To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong |
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[Big Bank Hank] |
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Well, I'm imp the dimp, the ladies pimp |
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The women fight for my delight |
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But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs |
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That shock the house for the young ladies |
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And when you come inside, into the front |
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You do the freak, spank, and do the bump |
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And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point |
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We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint |
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A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day |
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I sit down and write a brand new rhyme |
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Because they say that miracles never cease |
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I've created a devastating masterpiece |
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I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist |
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Everybody, I say, it goes like this: |
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Well, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon |
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A reporter stopped me for a interview |
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She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables |
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That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables |
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This young reporter, I did adore |
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So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before |
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She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you! |
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The Casanova legend must have been true!" |
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I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?" |
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Said, "I go by the name of Lois Lane |
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And you could be my boyfiend, you surely can |
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Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman" |
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I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose |
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Flyin' through the air in pantyhose |
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He may be very sexy or even cute |
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But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit" |
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I said, "You need a man who's got finesse |
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And his whole name across his chest |
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He may be able to fly all through the night |
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But can he rock a party 'til the early light? |
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He can't satisfy you with his little worm |
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But I can bust you out with my super sperm!" |
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I gon' do it, I gon' do it, I gon' do it, do it , do it |
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And I'm here, and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere |
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Just throw your hands up in the air |
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And party hardy like you just don't care |
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Let's do it, don't stop y'all |
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A-tick a-tock, y'all, you don't stop! |
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Go hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? ( |
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Say what? |
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) |
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I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ |
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Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn |
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You say, if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friend |
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I say skip, dive, what can I say? |
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I can't fit em all inside my OJ |
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So I just take half and bust them out |
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I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house |
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[Master Gee] |
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It was twelve o'clock one friday night |
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I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right |
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Everybody was dancin' on the floor |
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Doin' all the things they never did before |
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And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean |
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She came into the bar, she came into the scene |
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As she traveled deeper inside the room |
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All the fellas checked out her white sasoons |
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She came up to the table, looked into my eyes |
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Then she turned around and shook her behind |
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So I said to myself, "It's time for me to release |
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My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece" |
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And now, people in the house, this is just for you |
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A little rap to make you boogaloo |
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Now the group ya hear is called phase two |
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And let me tell ya somethin', we're a helluva crew |
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Once a week we're on the street |
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Just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free |
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For you to party, ya got to have the moves |
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So we'll get right down and give you the groove |
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For you to dance, you gotta get hype |
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So we'll get right down for you tonight |
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Now the system's on and the girls are there |
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Ya definitely have a rockin affair |
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But let me tell ya somethin', there's still one fact: |
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That to have a party, ya got to have a rap |
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So when the party's over, you're makin' it home |
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And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn |
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And while ya sleepin', ya start to dream |
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And thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene |
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My name appears in your mind |
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Yeah, a name you know that was right on time |
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It was phase two, just a-doin' a do |
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Rockin' ya down 'cause ya know we could |
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To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak |
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Come alive, girls, get on your feet |
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To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat |
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To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak |
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To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on |
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On n on into the break of dawn |
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Now I got a man comin' on right now |
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He's guaranteed to throw down |
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He goes by the name of Wonder Mike |
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Come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like |
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[Wonder Mike] |
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Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey |
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Like a millionaire that has no money |
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Like a rainy day that is not wet |
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Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet |
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Like Dracula with out his fangs |
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Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang |
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Like collard greens that don't taste good |
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Like a tree that's not made out of wood |
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Like goin' up and not comin' down |
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Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound |
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To the beat beat, ya do the freak |
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Everybody just rock and dance to the beat |
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Have you ever went over a friends house to eat and the food just ain't no good? |
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I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed, and the chicken tastes like wood |
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so you try to play it off like you think you can, by sayin that you're full |
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And then your friend says, "Momma, he's just being polite, he ain't finished, uh uh, that's bull!" |
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So your heart starts pumpin', and you think of a lie, and you say that you already ate |
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And your friend says, "Man, there's plenty of food!" so you pile some more on your plate |
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While the stinky foods steamin' your mind starts to dreamin' of the moment that it's time to leave |
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And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin' into something that looks like cheese |
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Oh so, you say, "That's it, I got to leave this place! I don't care what these people think |
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I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinks!" |
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So you bust out the door while it's still closed still sick from the food you ate |
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And then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of Kaopectate |
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And then you call your friend two weeks later to see how he has been |
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And he says, "I understand about the food, baby bubbah, but we're still friends" |
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With a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie |
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The hip hip-a hop-a you don't stop the rockin' |
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To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie |
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To the rhythm of the boogie the beat |
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I say, Hank, can ya rock? |
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Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop? |
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Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo? |
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I said, come on make the, make the people move |
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[Big Bank Hank] |
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I go to the halls and then ring the bell |
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Because I am the man with the clientele |
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And if ya ask me why I rock so well |
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A big bang, I got clientele |
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And from the time I was only six years old |
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I never forgot what I was told |
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It was the best advice that I ever had |
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It came from my wise dear old dad |
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He said, "Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you |
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And don't say a word until I'm through |
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Now, there's a time to laugh, a time to cry |
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A time to live and a time to die |
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A time to break and a time to chill |
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To act civilized or act real ill |
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But whatever ya do in your lifetime |
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Y'never let a MC steal your rhyme!" |
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So from sixty-six 'til this very day |
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I'll always remember what he had to say |
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So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style |
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I let them know that I'm versatile |
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I got style, finesse, and a little black book |
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That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look |
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But there's a thing that separates you from me |
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And that's called originality |
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Because my rhymes are on from what you heard |
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I didn't even bite and not a God damn word |
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And I say a little more later on tonight |
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So the sucker MCs can bite all night |
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A-tick a-tock y'all, a-beat beat y'all |
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A-let's rock y'all, ya don't stop |
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Ya go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? ( |
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Say what? |
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) |
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Ya say I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin', drive off in a def OJ |
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Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn |
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Ya say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends |
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A-like that y'all, to the beat y'all |
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Beat beat ya'll, ya don't stop |
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A-Master Gee, am I mellow? |
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It's on you, so whatcha gonna do? |
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[Master Gee] |
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Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show |
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A-like Frankie Croker in stereo |
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Well, like The Bar-Kay's singin' Holy Ghost |
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The sounds to throw down, they're played the most |
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It's like my man, Captain Sky |
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Whose name he earned with his super sperm |
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We rock, and we don't stop |
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Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got |
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To the beat that it makes you freak |
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And come alive, girl, get on your feet |
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A-like a Perry Mason without a case |
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Like Farrah Fawcett without her face |
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Like The Bar-Kays on the mic |
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Like gettin' right down for you tonight |
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Like movin' your body so ya don't know how |
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Right to the rhythm and throw down |
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Like comin' alive to the Master Gee |
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The brother who rocks so viciously |
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I said, the age of one, my life begun |
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At the age of two, I was doin the' do |
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At the age of three, it was you and me |
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Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee |
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At the age of four, I was on the floor |
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Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for |
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At the age of five, I didn't take no jive |
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With the Master Gee, it's all the way live |
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At the age of six, I was a-pickin' up sticks |
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Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed |
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At the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven |
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Dontcha know I went off? |
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I got right on down to the beat, you see |
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Gettin' right on down, makin' all the girls |
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Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat |
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To the double beat beat that makes you freak |
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At the age of eight, I was really great |
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'Cause every night, you see I had a date |
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At the age of nine, I was right on time |
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'Cause every night, I had a party rhyme |
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Goin' on n n on n on on n on |
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The beat don't stop until the break of dawn |
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A-sayin' on n n on n on on n on... |
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Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop |
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A-saying on n n on n on on n on |
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'Cause I'm a helluva man when I'm on the mic |
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I am the definite feast delight |
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'Cause I'm a helluva man when i'm on the miC |
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I am the definite feast delight |
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Come to the Master Gee, you see |
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The brother who rocks so viciously |
