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Sugarhill Gang |
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Miscellaneous |
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Rappers Delight |
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i said a hip hop |
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the hippie the hippie |
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to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop the rock it |
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to the bang bang boogie, say up jumped 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 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 dont 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 |
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come on, hank, sing that song |
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check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a |
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and the rest is f-l-y |
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ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix |
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and these reasons i'll tell ya why |
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ya see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of fun |
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and i dress to a t |
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ya 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 |
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that definitely aint 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 |
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which really is on the wall |
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i got a color tv so i can see |
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the knicks play basketball |
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hear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards |
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more money than a sucker could ever spend |
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but i wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker |
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not a dime til i made it again |
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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 g, my mellow |
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its on you so what you gonna do |
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well it's on n on n on on n on |
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the beat dont 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 |
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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 youre sittin in your seat |
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and the damn ya start doin the freak |
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i said dmn, 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 m.c.s for the affair |
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now, im 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 dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes |
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all im 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 dont 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 dont dare stop |
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come alive yall 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 dont 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 yall throw it on the floor |
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im gonna freak ya here im gonna feak ya there |
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im gonna move you outta this atmosphere |
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cause im one of a kind and ill shock your mind |
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ill put t-n-t 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, yall a-gimme what ya got |
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cause im 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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i said hip hop the hippie to the hippie |
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the hip hip hop, a you dont stop the rock it |
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to the bang bang the boogie say up jumped 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 rocked and a rolled with so much soul |
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you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old |
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i dont mean to brag i dont 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, its so unique |
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come on everybody and dance to the beat |
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a hip hop |
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the hippie the hippie to the |
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hip hip hop, a you dont stop rock it |
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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 cant wait til the end of the week |
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when im 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 cant speak |
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and do a thing bout 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 dont 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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well, im imp the dimp the ladies pimp |
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the women fight for my delight |
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but im 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 fro5Jday 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 mike til you cant 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 intervi+7 |
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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 mike and the turntable |
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this young reporter i did adore |
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so i rocked some vicious rhymes like i never did before |
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she said damn fly guy im 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 suppoose |
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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 cant 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 go do it, i go do it, i go do it, do it , do it |
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an i'm here an i'm there i'm big bang hank, im everywhere |
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just throw your hands up in the air |
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and party hardy like you just dont care |
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let's do it dont stop yall a tick a tock yall you dont stop |
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go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what) |
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im 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 cant 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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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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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, its 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 to cut in the jams and look at your feet |
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for you to party ya got to have the movies |
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so we'll get right down and make ya rock |
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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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and 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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i say 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 b oogie bang |
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like collard greens that dont 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 |
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and the food just aint no good |
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i mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed |
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and the chicken tastes like wood |
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so you try to play it off like you think you can |
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by sayin that youre full |
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and then your friend says momma he's just being polite |
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he aint finished uh uh that's bull |
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so your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie |
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and you say that you already ate |
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and your friend says man there's plenty of food |
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so you pile some more on your plate |
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while the stinky foods steamin your mind starts to dreamin |
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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 |
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into something that looks like cheese |
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oh so you say that's it i got to leave this place |
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i dont care what these people think |
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im just sittin here makin myself nauseous |
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with this ugly food that stinks |
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so you bust out the door while its still closed |
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still sick from the food you ate |
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and then you run to the store for quick relief |
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from a bottle of kaopectate |
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and then you call your friend two weeks later |
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to see how he has been |
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and he says i understand about the food |
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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 dont stop the rockin |
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to the bang bang boogie |
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say up jump the boogie 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 dont 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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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 dont say a word until im 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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ya never let a mc steal your rhyme |
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so from six to six til this very day |
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ill 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 the 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 didnt even bite and not a go word |
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and i say a little more later on tonight |
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so the suker mcs can bite all night |
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a tick a tock yall a beat beat yall |
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a lets rock yall ya dont stop |
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ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what) |
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ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin |
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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 yall to the beat yall |
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beat beat yall ya dont stop |
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a master gee my mellow |
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its on you so whatcha gonna do |
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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 barkay's singin holy ghost |
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the sounds to throw down they're played the most |
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its 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 dont stop |
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get off yall im 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 barkays on the mike |
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like gettin right down for you tonight |
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like movin your body so ya dont 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 didnt take no jive |
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with the master gee its 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 dontcha know i went off |
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i gotta run 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 dont 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 popcorn... |
