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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Sugarhill Gang
Künstler:in
Michael Wright
Rap
Big Bank Hank
Rap
G. O'Brien
Rap
Henry "Big Bark Hank" Jackson
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bernard Edwards
Songwriter:in
Nile Rodgers
Songwriter:in
Sylvia Robinson
Songwriter:in
Curtis Brown
Songwriter:in
Guy "Master Gee" O'Brien
Songwriter:in
Henry Jackson
Songwriter:in
Michael Wright
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Billy Jones
Produzent:in
Nate Edmonds
Produzent:in
Sylvia Robinson
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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 rhythm that'll make your body rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my man Hank, c'mon, Hank, sing that song!
[Verse 3]
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S and the O-V-A, and the rest is F-L-Y
You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix, and these reasons, I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a T
You 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 sunroofed Cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool, which is really on the wall
I got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball
Hear me talk about checkbooks, credit cards, mo' 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
Everybody go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
'Cause I'ma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and 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! My mellow! It's on to you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's on and, on and, on, on and on, the beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said 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 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 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 MC's 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 and, on and, on, on and on, the beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Singin' on and, on and, on, on and 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 and, on and, on, on and on, the beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Singin' on and, on and, on, on and on, rock, rock, y'all, throw it on the floor
I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gona 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?
[Outro]
I said a hip, hop, the hippie, to the hippie, the hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
Written by: Bernard Edwards, Big Bank Hank, Nile Rodgers, Sylvia Robinson