paroles de chanson Rapper's Delight - Atom Smith feat. Burkey

I said hip, hop, hippie, hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don't stop rocking
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, we gonna try to move your feet
See, I am that Burkey boy, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red
And the brown, purple and yellow
Well, so far you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along
And next on the mic's my man Deploi, come on D, sing that song
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y
See, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And the reason I'll tell you why (Tell em', tell em')
I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a tee
See I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously
(That's right)
I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, and definitely they ain't whack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac, let's roll
(Cmon)

Well, I'm the imp the dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
Cuz I'm the grandmaster of the three MCs
That I shock the house for the young ladies
And then you come inside, into the front
You do the freak, spank, and you do the bump
When the sucker MC tryna prove a point
We get egg timed on a serious joint
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that he is the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, cuz I keep in stride
All I wanna do, ladies, is hypnotize
Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on n'on
Like a hot party the pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie
Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got

Ho-tel, mo-tel, holiday inn (Say what?)
If your girl starts acting up, then we take her friend
Everybody go: Ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say wha)
Get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ, cmon

I said a M-A-S, a 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 going down, y'all, in history
As the baddest rapper there ever could be
Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows
The beat starts getting into your toes
You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet
And moving your body while you're in your seat
And then damn, you start doing the freak
I said damn, right outta your seat
Then you throw your hands a high in the air
You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere