Lyrics Rapper's Delight - Ben Liebrand DMC Remix - The Sugarhill Gang
I
said-a
hip,
hop,
the
hippie,
the
hippie
To
the
hip
hip
hop-a
you
don't
stop
the
rock
It
to
the
bang-bang
boogie,
say
up
jump
the
boogie
To
the
rhythm
of
the
boogie,
the
beat
Now
what
you
hear
is
not
a
test,
I'm
rappin'
to
the
beat
And
me,
the
groove
and
my
friends
are
gonna
try
to
move
your
feet
See
I
am
Wonder
Mike
and
I'd
like
to
say
hello
To
the
black,
to
the
white,
the
red
and
the
brown,
the
purple
and
yellow
But
first
I
gotta
bang
bang
the
boogie
to
the
boogie
Say
up
jump
the
boogie
to
the
bang
bang
boogie
Let's
rock,
you
don't
stop
Rock
the
riddle
that
will
make
your
body
rock
Well,
so
far
youve
heard
my
voice,
but
I
brought
two
friends
along
And
next
on
the
mic
is
my
man
Hank:
come
on,
Hank,
sing
that
song
Check
it
out:
I'm
the
C-a-s-an-the-o-v-a,
and
the
rest
is
f-l-y
Y'see
I
go
by
the
code
of
the
doctor
of
the
mix
and
these
reasons,
I'll
tell
ya
why:
Y'see
I'm
six-foot-one
and
I'm
tons
of
fun,
and
I
dress
to
a
T
Y'see
I
got
more
clothes
than
Muhammad
Ali
and
I
dress
so
viciously
I
got
bodyguards,
I
got
two
big
cars
that
definitely
ain't
the
wack
I
got
a
Lincoln
Continental
and
a
sunroof
Cadillac
So
after
school,
I
take
a
dip
in
the
pool
which
really
is
on
the
wall
I
got
a
color
TV,
so
I
can
see
the
Knicks
play
basketball
Hear
me
talkin'
'bout
checkbooks,
credit
cards,
more
money
than
a
sucker
could
ever
spend
But
I
wouldn't
give
a
sucker
or
a
bum
from
the
rucker,
not
a
dime
till
I
made
it
again
Y'go
hotel,
motel,
whatcha
gonna
do
today?
[(Say
what?)]
Y'say
I'm
gonna
get
a
fly
girl
gonna
get
some
spankin',
drive
off
in
a
def
OJ
Everybody
go
hotel,
motel,
Holiday
Inn
Say
if
your
girl
starts
actin'
up,
then
you
take
her
friend
Master
Gee,
am
I
mellow?
It's
on
you,
so
what
you
gonna
do?
Well,
it's
on
n
on
n
on
on
n
on
The
beat
don't
stop
until
the
break
of
dawn
I
said
m-a-s,
t-e-r,
a
g
with
a
double
e
I
said
I
go
by
the
unforgettable
name
of
the
man
they
call
the
Master
Gee
Well,
my
name
is
known
all
over
the
world
By
all
the
foxy
ladies
and
the
pretty
girls
I'm
goin
down
in
history
As
the
baddest
rapper
there
could
ever
be
Now
I'm
feelin'
the
highs
and
ya
feelin'
the
lows
The
beat
starts
gettin'
into
your
toes
Ya
start
poppin'
ya
fingers
and
stompin'
your
feet
And
movin'
your
body
while
you're
sittin'
in
your
seat
And
then,
damn,
ya
start
doin'
the
Freak
I
said
damn,
right
outta
your
seat
Then
ya
throw
your
hands
high
in
the
air
Ya
rockin'
to
the
rhythm,
shake
your
derriere
Ya
rockin'
to
the
beat
without
a
care
With
the
sure
shot
MCs
for
the
affair
Now,
I'm
not
as
tall
as
the
rest
of
the
gang
But
I
rap
to
the
beat
just
the
same
I
got
a
little
face
and
a
pair
of
brown
eyes
All
I'm
here
to
do,
ladies,
is
hypnotize
Singin'
on
n
n
on
n
on
n
on
The
beat
don't
stop
until
the
break
of
dawn
Singin'
on
n
n
on
n
on
on
n
on
Like
a
hot
buttered
a
pop
da
pop
da
pop
dibbie
dibbie
Pop
da
pop
pop,
ya
don't
dare
stop
Come
alive,
y'all,
gimme
what
ya
got
I
guess
by
now,
you
can
take
a
hunch
And
find
that
I
am
the
baby
of
the
bunch
But
that's
okay
I
still
keep
in
stride
'Cause
all
I'm
here
to
do
is
just
wiggle
your
behind
Singin'
on
n
n
on
n
on
n
on
The
beat
don't
stop
until
the
break
of
dawn
Singin'
on
n
n
on
n
on
on
n
on
Rock
rock,
y'all,
throw
it
on
the
floor
I'm
gonna
freak
ya
here,
I'm
gonna
feak
ya
there
I'm
gonna
move
you
outta
this
atmosphere
'Cause
I'm
one
of
a
kind
and
I'll
shock
your
mind
I'll
put
t-t-tickets
in
your
behind
I
said
1-2-3-4,
come
on
girls,
get
on
the
floor
A-come
alive,
y'all,
a-gimme
what
ya
got
'Cause
I'm
guaranteed
to
make
you
rock
I
said
1-2-3-4,
tell
me
Wonder
Mike,
what
are
you
waitin'
for?
I
said-a
hip
hop,
the
hippie
to
the
hippie
The
hip
hip
hop-a
you
don't
stop
the
rock
It
to
the
bang
bang
boogie,
say
up
jump
the
boogie
To
the
rhythm
of
the
boogie,
the
beat
Skiddlee
beebop-a
we
rock
a
scoobie
doo
And
guess
what,
America,
we
love
you
'Cause
ya
rock
and
ya
roll
with
so
much
soul
You
could
rock
till
you're
a
hundred
and
one
years
old
I
don't
mean
to
brag,
I
don't
mean
to
boast
But
we
like
hot
butter
on
our
breakfast
toast
Rock
it
up,
baby
bubbah
Baby
bubbah
to
the
boogie,
da
bang
bang
da
boogie
To
the
beat
beat,
it's
so
unique
Come
on,
everybody
and
dance
to
the
beat
I
said-a
hip
hop,
the
hippie
the
hippie
To
the
hip
hip
hop-a
you
dont
stop
Rock
it
out,
baby
bubbah,
to
the
boogie
da
bang
bang
The
boogie
to
the
boogie
da
beat
I
said
I
can't
wait
till
the
end
of
the
week
When
I'm
rappin'
to
the
rhythm
of
a
groovy
beat
And
attempt
to
raise
your
body
heat
Just
blow
your
mind
so
that
you
can't
speak
And
do
a
thing
but
a
rock
and
shuffle
your
feet
And
let
it
change
up
to
a
dance
called
The
Freak
And
when
ya
finally
do
come
in
to
your
rhythmic
beat
Rest
a
little
while
so
ya
don't
get
weak
I
know
a
man
named
Hank
He
has
more
rhymes
than
a
serious
bank
So
come
on,
Hank,
sing
that
song
To
the
rhythm
of
the
boogie
da
bang
bang
da
bong
Well,
I'm
imp
the
dimp,
the
ladies
pimp
The
women
fight
for
my
delight
But
I'm
the
grandmaster
with
the
three
MCs
That
shock
the
house
for
the
young
ladies
And
when
you
come
inside
into
the
front
You
do
the
freak,
spank,
and
do
the
bump
And
when
the
sucker
MCs
try
to
prove
a
point
We're
treacherous
trio,
we're
the
serious
joint
A-from
sun-to-sun
and
from
day-to-day
I
sit
down
and
write
a
brand
new
rhyme
Because
they
say
that
miracles
never
cease
I've
created
a
devastating
masterpiece
I'm
gonna
rock
the
mic
till
you
can't
resist
Everybody,
I
say,
it
goes
like
this:
Well,
I
was
comin'
home
late
one
dark
afternoon
A
reporter
stopped
me
for
a
interview
She
said
she's
heard
stories
and
she's
heard
fables
That
I'm
vicious
on
the
mic
and
the
turntables
This
young
reporter,
I
did
adore
So
I
rocked
a
vicious
rhyme
like
I
never
did
before
She
said,
"Damn,
fly
guy,
I'm
in
love
with
you!
The
Cassanova
legend
must
have
been
true!"
I
said,
"By
the
way,
baby,
what's
your
name?"
Said,
"I
go
by
the
name
of
Lois
Lane
And
you
could
be
my
boyfiend,
you
surely
can
Just
let
me
quit
my
boyfriend
called
Superman"
I
said,
"He's
a
fairy,
I
do
suppose
Flyin'
through
the
air
in
pantyhose
He
may
be
very
sexy
or
even
cute
But
he
looks
like
a
sucker
in
a
blue
and
red
suit"
I
said,
"You
need
a
man
who's
got
finesse
And
his
whole
name
across
his
chest
He
may
be
able
to
fly
all
through
the
night
But
can
he
rock
a
party
till
the
early
light?
He
can't
satisfy
you
with
his
little
worm
But
I
can
bust
you
out
with
my
super
sperm!"
I
gon'
do
it,
I
gon'
do
it
I
gon'
do
it,
do
it,
do
it
And
I'm
here,
and
I'm
there
I'm
Big
Bank
Hank,
I'm
everywhere
Just
throw
your
hands
up
in
the
air
And
party
hardy
like
you
just
don't
care
Let's
do
it,
don't
stop
y'all
A-tick
a-tock,
y'all,
you
don't
stop!
Go
hotel,
motel,
what
you
gonna
do
today?
[(Say
what?)]
I'm
gonna
get
a
fly
girl,
gonna
get
some
spank,
drive
off
in
a
def
OJ
Everybody
go
hotel,
motel,
Holiday
Inn
You
say,
if
your
girl
starts
actin'
up
then
you
take
her
friend
I
say
skip,
dive,
what
can
I
say?
I
can't
fit
em
all
inside
my
OJ
So
I
just
take
half
and
bust
them
out
I
give
the
rest
to
Master
Gee
so
he
could
shock
the
house
It
was
twelve
o'clock
one
Friday
night
I
was
rockin'
to
the
beat
and
feelin'
all
right
Everybody
was
dancin'
on
the
floor
Doin'
all
the
things
they
never
did
before
And
then
this
fly,
fly
girl
with
a
sexy
lean
She
came
into
the
bar,
she
came
into
the
scene
As
she
traveled
deeper
inside
the
room
All
the
fellas
checked
out
her
white
sasoons
She
came
up
to
the
table,
looked
into
my
eyes
Then
she
turned
around
and
shook
her
behind
So
I
said
to
myself,
"It's
time
for
me
to
release
My
vicious
rhyme
I
call
my
masterpiece"
And
now,
people
in
the
house,
this
is
just
for
you
A
little
rap
to
make
you
boogaloo
Now
the
group
ya
hear
is
called
phase
two
And
let
me
tell
ya
somethin',
we're
a
helluva
crew
Once
a
week
we're
on
the
street
Just
a-cuttin'
the
jams
and
making
it
free
For
you
to
party,
ya
got
to
have
the
moves
So
we'll
get
right
down
and
give
you
a
groove
For
you
to
dance,
you
gotta
get
hype
So
we'll
get
right
down
and
make
you
rock
Now
the
system's
on
and
the
girls
are
there
Ya
definitely
have
a
rockin
affair
But
let
me
tell
ya
somethin',
there's
still
one
fact:
That
to
have
a
party,
ya
got
to
have
a
rap
So
when
the
party's
over,
you're
makin'
it
home
And
tryin'
to
sleep
before
the
break
of
dawn
And
while
ya
sleepin',
ya
start
to
dream
And
thinkin'
how
ya
danced
on
the
disco
scene
My
name
appears
in
your
mind
Yeah,
a
name
you
know
that
was
right
on
time
It
was
phase
two,
just
a-doin'
a
do
Rockin'
ya
down
'cause
ya
know
we
could
To
the
rhythm
of
the
beat
that
makes
ya
freak
Come
alive,
girls,
get
on
your
feet
To
the
rhythm
of
the
beat
to
the
beat
the
beat
To
the
double
beat
beat
that
it
makes
ya
freak
To
the
rhythm
of
the
beat
that
says
ya
go
on
On
n
on
into
the
break
of
dawn
Now
I
got
a
man
comin'
on
right
now
He's
guaranteed
to
throw
down
He
goes
by
the
name
of
Wonder
Mike
Come
on,
Wonder
Mike,
do
what
ya
like
Like
a
can
of
beer
that's
sweeter
than
honey
Like
a
millionaire
that
has
no
money
Like
a
rainy
day
that
is
not
wet
Like
a
gamblin'
fiend
that
does
not
bet
Like
Dracula
without
his
fangs
Like
the
boogie
to
the
boogie
without
the
boogie
bang
Like
collard
greens
that
don't
taste
good
Like
a
tree
that's
not
made
out
of
wood
Like
goin'
up
and
not
comin'
down
Is
just
like
the
beat
without
the
sound,
no
sound
To
the
beat
beat,
ya
do
The
Freak
Everybody
just
rock
and
dance
to
the
beat
Have
you
ever
went
over
a
friends
house
to
eat
And
the
food
just
ain't
no
good?
I
mean
the
macaroni's
soggy,
the
peas
are
mushed
And
the
chicken
tastes
like
wood
So
you
try
to
play
it
off
like
you
think
you
can
By
sayin
that
you're
full
And
then
your
friend
says,
"Momma,
he's
just
being
polite
He
ain't
finished,
uh
uh,
that's
bull!"
So
your
heart
starts
pumpin',
and
you
think
of
a
lie
And
you
say
that
you
already
ate
And
your
friend
says,
"Man,
there's
plenty
of
food!"
So
you
pile
some
more
on
your
plate
While
the
stinky
foods
steamin'
your
mind
starts
to
dreamin'
Of
the
moment
that
it's
time
to
leave
And
then
you
look
at
your
plate
and
your
chickens
slowly
rottin'
Into
something
that
looks
like
cheese
Oh
so,
you
say,
"That's
it,
I
got
to
leave
this
place
I
don't
care
what
these
people
think
I'm
just
sittin'
here
makin'
myself
nauseous
With
this
ugly
food
that
stinks!"
So
you
bust
out
the
door
while
it's
still
closed
Still
sick
from
the
food
you
ate
And
then
you
run
to
the
store
for
quick
relief
From
a
bottle
of
Kaopectate
And
then
you
call
your
friend
two
weeks
later
To
see
how
he
has
been
And
he
says,
"I
understand
about
the
food,
baby
bubbah
But
we're
still
friends"
With
a
hip
hop,
the
hippie
to
the
hippie
The
hip
hip-a
hop-a
you
don't
stop
the
rockin'
To
the
bang
bang
boogie
say
up
jump
the
boogie
To
the
rhythm
of
the
boogie
the
beat
I
say,
Hank,
can
ya
rock?
Can
ya
rock
to
the
rhythm
that
just
don't
stop?
Can
ya
hip
me
to
the
shoobie
doo?
I
said,
come
on
make
the,
make
the
people
move
I
go
to
the
halls
and
then
ring
the
bell
Because
I
am
the
man
with
the
clientele
And
if
ya
ask
me
why
I
rock
so
well
A
big
bang,
I
got
clientele
And
from
the
time
I
was
only
six
years
old
I
never
forgot
what
I
was
told
It
was
the
best
advice
that
I
ever
had
It
came
from
my
wise
dear
old
dad
He
said,
"Sit
down,
punk,
I
wanna
talk
to
you
And
don't
say
a
word
until
I'm
through
Now,
there's
a
time
to
laugh,
a
time
to
cry
A
time
to
live
and
a
time
to
die
A
time
to
break
and
a
time
to
chill
To
act
civilized
or
act
real
ill
But
whatever
ya
do
in
your
lifetime
Y'never
let
a
MC
steal
your
rhyme!"
So
from
sixty-six
to
this
very
day
I'll
always
remember
what
he
had
to
say
So
when
the
sucker
MCs
try
to
chump
my
style
I
let
them
know
that
I'm
versatile
I
got
style,
finesse
and
a
little
black
book
That's
filled
with
rhymes
and
I
know
you
wanna
look
But
there's
a
thing
that
separates
you
from
me
And
that
is
called
originality
Because
my
rhymes
are
on
from
what
you
heard
I
didn't
even
bite
and
not
a
Goddamn
word
And
I
say
a
little
more
later
on
tonight
So
the
sucker
MCs
can
bite
all
night
A-tick
a-tock
y'all,
a-beat
beat
y'all
A-let's
rock
y'all,
ya
don't
stop
Ya
go
hotel,
motel,
whatcha
gonna
do
today?
[(Say
what?)]
Ya
say
I'm
gonna
get
a
fly
girl,
gonna
get
some
spankin'
Drive
off
in
a
def
OJ
Everybody
go
hotel,
motel,
Holiday
Inn
Ya
say
if
your
girl
starts
actin'
up,
then
you
take
her
friends
A-like
that
y'all,
to
the
beat
y'all
Beat
beat
ya'll,
ya
don't
stop
A-Master
Gee,
am
I
mellow?
It's
on
you,
so
whatcha
gonna
do?
Well,
like
Johnny
Carson
on
The
Late
Show
A-like
Frankie
Crocker
in
stereo
Well,
like
The
Bar-Kay's
singin'
Holy
Ghost
The
sounds
to
throw
down,
they're
played
the
most
It's
like
my
man,
Captain
Sky
Whose
name
he
earned
with
his
super
sperm
We
rock
and
we
don't
stop
Get
off,
y'all,
I'm
here
to
give
you
whatcha
got
To
the
beat
that
it
makes
you
freak
And
come
alive,
girl,
get
on
your
feet
A-like
a
Perry
Mason
without
a
case
Like
Farrah
Fawcett
without
her
face
Like
The
Bar-Kays
on
the
mic
Like
gettin'
right
down
for
you
tonight
Like
movin'
your
body
so
ya
don't
know
how
Right
to
the
rhythm
and
throw
down
Like
comin'
alive
to
the
Master
Gee
The
brother
who
rocks
so
viciously
I
said,
the
age
of
one,
my
life
begun
At
the
age
of
two,
I
was
doin
the'
do
At
the
age
of
three,
it
was
you
and
me
Rockin'
to
the
sounds
of
the
Master
Gee
At
the
age
of
four,
I
was
on
the
floor
Givin'
all
the
freaks
what
they
bargained
for
At
the
age
of
five,
I
didn't
take
no
jive
With
the
Master
Gee,
it's
all
the
way
live
At
the
age
of
six,
I
was
a-pickin'
up
sticks
Rappin'
to
the
beat,
my
stick
was
fixed
At
the
age
of
seven,
I
was
rockin'
in
heaven
Dontcha
know
I
went
off?
I
got
right
on
down
to
the
beat,
you
see
Gettin'
right
on
down,
makin'
all
the
girls
Just
take
of
their
clothes
to
the
beat
the
beat
To
the
double
beat
beat
that
makes
you
freak
At
the
age
of
eight,
I
was
really
great
'Cause
every
night,
you
see
I
had
a
date
At
the
age
of
nine,
I
was
right
on
time
'Cause
every
night,
I
had
a
party
rhyme
Goin'
on
n
n
on
n
on
on
n
on
The
beat
don't
stop
until
the
break
of
dawn
A-sayin'
on
n
n
on
n
on
on
n
on...
Like
a
hot
buttered
de
pop
de
pop
de
pop
A-saying
on
n
n
on
n
on
on
n
on
'Cause
I'm
a
helluva
man
when
I'm
on
the
mic
I
am
the
definite
feast
delight
'Cause
I'm
a
helluva
man
when
i'm
on
the
miC
I
am
the
definite
feast
delight
Come
to
the
Master
Gee,
you
see
The
brother
who
rocks
so
viciously
1 Rapper's Delight
2 Apache
3 Showdown
4 Passion Play
5 Hot Hot Summer Day
6 The Lover In You (Pete Wingfield Mix)
7 8th Wonder
8 The Word Is Out
9 Kick It Live from 9 to 5
10 Livin' In the Fast Lane
11 Rapper's Delight - Ben Liebrand DMC Remix
12 White Lines (Don't Do It)
13 Step Off
14 Pump Me Up
15 Jesse
16 Beat Street
17 Vice
18 Freedom
19 Birthday Party
20 Flash to the Beat
21 It's Nasty (Genius of Love)
22 The Message
23 Scorpio
24 New York, New York
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