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The Sugarhill Gang – Rapper’s Delight (Official Video)


Here’s Wonder Mike, Hank
and Master Gee, The Sugarhill Gang! Hip hop, hippie to the hippie
The hip, hip a hop and you don’t stop Rock it out, Baby Bubba, to the boogie da bang bang
the boogie to the boogie da 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 You 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 rhythm that’ll make your body rock Well, so far you’ve heard my voice But I brought two friends along And the next on the mic is my man Hank – C’mon, Hank, sing that song
– Check it out! 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 ’til you can’t resist Everybody, I say it goes like this Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon A reporter stopped me for an interview She said she’s heard stories and she’s heard fables That I’m vicious on the mic and the turntable This young reporter I did adore So I rocked some vicious rhymes
like I never did before She said, “Damn, fly guy, I’m in love with you The Casanova legend must have been true” I said, “By the way, baby, what’s your name?” She said, “I go by name Lois Lane” “And you could be my boyfriend, 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 ’til the early light? He can’t satisfy you with his little worm But I can bust you out with my super sperm!” I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it An’ I’m here an’ 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 tock, y’all, you don’t stop! – And go ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today?
– Say what? I’m gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank
Drive off in a def OJ Everybody go, “Ho-tel, mo-tel, 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 ’em out I give the rest to Master Gee
so he can shock the house 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 ever could be Now I’m feelin’ the highs and you’re feelin’ the lows The beat starts gettin’ into your toes You start poppin’ your fingers
and stompin’ your feet And movin’ your body while you’re sitting in your seat And then damn! Ya start doin’ the freak, I said Damn! Right outta your seat Then you 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 sureshot 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 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 pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie Pop da pop pop, you don’t dare stop Come alive, y’all, gimme whatcha 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 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 you here
I’m gonna freak you 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 TNT in your behind I said one, two, three, four
Come on, girls, get on the floor A-come alive, y’all, a-gimme whatcha got ‘Cause I’m guaranteed to make you rock I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike What are you waiting for? I said a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie The hip hip a hop, and you don’t stop, a rock it To the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat A skiddleebebop, we rock, scooby doo And guess what, America, we love you ‘Cause you rocked and a rolled with so much soul You could rock ’til 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 Bubba! Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang Da boogie to the beat, beat, it’s so unique Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat! Have you ever went over a friend’s 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 saying that you’re full And then your friend says,
“Mama, 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 food’s steamin’
your mind starts to dreamin’ Of the moment it’s time to leave And then you look at your plate
and your chicken’s slowly rottin’ Into something that looks like cheese Oh, so you say, “That’s it,
I gotta 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 Bubba, 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

Stephen Childs

100 Comments

  1. Cosas que pienso al oir esto:
    – asereje.
    – el puto diego.
    – another one bites the dust.

  2. I wish rap stayed pure like this. I know we had to progress but the introduction of gangasta rap has really derailed our society. From violence to stealing stater jackets. Robbing and stealing to get what they see on the radio to trying to live that life style. It’s terrible. We had so much fun back then 80s 90s and early 2000s

  3. I just turned 50 and haven't heard this song since I was a kid. Singing along with it and I still remembered most of the words!! Rap music from this time period was the best ever!

  4. They stole all of these rhymes from grandmaster caz from the cold rush brothers EVERY SINGLE WORD!

  5. Aserejé Aserejé eje el mandarin AND the wiky wiki quien más reconoció está canción ?

  6. Como decía Cerati… Despiertame cuando pase el Regaetton.!!
    Quien en Octubre del 2019 se deleita con esto que SI ES MÚSICA.?

  7. RAPPERS DELIGHT IS AND WILL ALWAYS BE THE NUMBER ONE RAP SONG IN THE WORLD!!!!! ALL OTHER …rappers NEED TO BOW DOWN TO THE SUGAR HILL GANG!!!! I BOUGHT IT THE FIRST TIME I HEARD IT BACK IN 78 OR 79 AND ITS STILL SOUNDS FRESH TO THIS DAY…AWESOMELY AMAZING!

  8. A time when rap went with a fab beat and great innocent raps to create a party/disco type sound 👍🏻😎

  9. Lady Boutique of Philadelphia came out a few months before Sugar Hill gang but didn't have the backing. James Brown rapped in Say it Loud Im Black and Proud in 1967. A song came out in the 1940s called Saturday night fish fry. The Sugar Hill Gang had the personality and chemistry to make rap more appealing to a wider audience.

  10. THIS IS WHEN RAP MADE SENSE AND WERE ABLE TO DANCE WITH IT. NOT TODAY. RAP TODAY SUCKS. KILLING, WHORES, COP KILLING, NO SENSE, CAN'T DANCE TO IT.

  11. Brutal. Mi primer disco de vinilo. Lo escuché mil veces más o menos. Luego me enamoré de las asereje. Jjjjj

  12. I remember when this came out…I was 15-16 years old and we were fascinated with this song in high school..LOL

  13. A rapper in a turtle neck sweater and a cardigan… amazing and quality. Impossible today

  14. the thing people dont know about this song is that in hanks verse he stole loads of rhymes from grandmaster caz and the cold crush brothers

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