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* organized by Rhino comp. for convenience regardless of original |
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I said a hip hop, |
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Hippie to the hippie, |
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The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it |
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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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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, |
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The purple and yellow. But first, I gotta |
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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 rhythm that'll make your body rock. |
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Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along, |
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And the next on the mic is my man Hank, |
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c'mon, Hank, sing that song! |
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Check it out, I'm the see-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A, |
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And the rest is F-L-why, |
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You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix, |
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And these reasons I'll tell you why. |
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You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm tons of fun |
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When I dress to a T, |
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You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali |
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and I dress so viciously. |
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I got bodyguards, I got two big cars |
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That definitely ain't the wack, |
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I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunfoofed Cadillac. |
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So after school I take a dip in the pool, |
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Which is really on the wall, |
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I got a colour TV, so I can see |
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The Knicks play basketball. Hear me talk about |
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Checkbooks, credit cards, mo' money |
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Than a sucker could ever spend, |
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But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum form the Rucker |
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Not a dime 'til I made it again. Everybody go |
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Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?) |
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'cause I'm a get a fly girl, |
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Gonna get some spank n' drive off in a def OJ. Everybody go |
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Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn, |
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Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend. |
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Master Gee! My mellow! |
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It's on to you, so whatcha gonna do? |
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Well, it's 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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I said M-A-S, T-E-are, 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 ever could be. |
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Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows, |
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The beat starts gettin' into your toes |
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You start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feet |
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And movin' your body while while you're sitting in your seat |
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And then damn! Ya start doin' the freak, I said |
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Damn! Right outta your seat |
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Then you 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 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 pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie |
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Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop |
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Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha 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 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 you here, I'm gona freak you 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 TNT in your behind. I said |
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One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor |
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A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got |
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'cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock |
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I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike |
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What are you waiting for? |
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I said a hip hop, |
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The hippie to the hippie |
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The hip hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it |
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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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A Skiddleebebop, we rock, scooby doo, |
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And guess what, America, we love you |
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'cause you rocked and a rolled with so much soul, |
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You could rock 'til 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 Bubba! |
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Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie |
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To the beat, beat, it's unique |
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Come on everybody and dance to the beat! |
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*Drum break* |
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A hip hop |
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The hippie to the hippie the |
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Hip hip a hop and you don't stop, rock it |
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Rock it out, Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang |
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The boogie to the boogie, the 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 I attempt to raise your body heat. |
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Just blow your mind, so 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 you finally do come into your rhythmic beat, |
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Reast a little while so you 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, the bang bang da bong! |
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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 MC try to prove a point, |
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We're a treacherous trio, we're the serious joint! |
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a-From sun to sun and from time to time |
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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 walking home late one afternoon |
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A reporter stopped me for an 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 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, 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 name of Lois Lane |
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And you could be my boyfriend, 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 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 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 Ban 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, a tick tock, y'all, you don't stop! |
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Go ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?) |
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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, "Ho-tel, mo-tel, 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 tak half, and bust 'em out, |
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I give the rest to Master Gee so he can 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 girl with a sexy lean |
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She came into the bar, she came into the scene |
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She travelled deeper inside the room |
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All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons |
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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 you hear is called Phase Two |
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And let me tell you 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, you gotta have the moves, |
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So we'll get right down and get you a groove |
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For you to dance, you got to be hot |
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So we'll get right down and make you rock |
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Now the system's on and the girls are there |
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You definitely have a rockin' affair |
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But let me tell you somethin', there's still one fact |
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And to have a party, you 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 you're sleepin', you start to dream, |
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And thinkin' how you 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 doin' a do |
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Rockin' you down 'cause you knew we could |
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To the rhythm of the beat that makes you 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 makes you freak |
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To the rhythm of the beat that says you 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 garuanteed 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 you 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 without 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, you 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 ain't no good? |
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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 saying that you're full |
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And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite |
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He ain't 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 food's 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 chicken's slowly rottin' |
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Into something that looks like cheese |
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Oh so you say "That's it, I gotta leave this place |
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I don't care what these people think, |
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I'm 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 it's 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 Bubba, 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 |
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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 don't stop? |
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Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?" |
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I said, "Come on, make, make the people move!" |
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I go to the balls 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 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 want to 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 you do in your lifetime |
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You never let an MC steal your rhyme" |
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So from six to 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 want to look |
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But the thing that separates you from me |
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And that is called originality |
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Because my rhymes are on from what you heard |
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I didn't even bite, not a goword |
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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, you don't stop |
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Ya go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today?" (Say what?) |
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Ya say, "I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and |
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Drive off in a def OJ" |
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Everybody go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel, 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 y'all, ya don't stop! |
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A Master Gee, my mellow |
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It's on to you so whatcha gonna do? |
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Well, like Johnny Carson on the Late Show |
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A like Frankie Crocker 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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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 Barkays on the mic |
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Like gettin' down right for you tonight |
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Like movin' your body so you 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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Don'tcha 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 off 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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Going 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 pop de popcorn... |
