Karaoké Rapper's Delight (long version) - The Sugarhill Gang

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Rapper's Delight (long version) rendu célèbre par The Sugarhill Gang

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Tempo : variable (environ 112 BPM)

Tonalité identique à l'original : Mim

Durée : 14:25 - Extrait à : 02:08

Date de sortie : 1979
Styles : Rap & Hip-Hop, Funk, En anglais
Auteurs-Compositeurs : Bernard Edwards (US), Nile Rodgers

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Paroles Rapper's Delight (long version)

I said a hip-hop
The hippie
The hippie to the hip, hip-hop
And you don't stop the rockin'
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 rapping 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
Ah 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
Ah 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
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 tee
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 sunroof 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 talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards
More money a-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
'Cos Imma get a fly girl
Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go Hotel, motel
Holiday Inn
You see if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friend
Ah Master Gee
Ah my mellow
It's on you so what you 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 a M-A-S
A T-E-R
A G with a double E
I said I go by a-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 sittin' in your seat
And then damn you start doin' the freak
I said damn
A-right outta your seat
Then you throw your hands high in the air
You're rockin' to the rhythm
Shake your derriere
You're 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 an-and on and on
On and on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
A-singin' on an-and on and on
On and on
Like a hot ready to pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie
Pop the pop, pop
You don't dare stop
Come alive y'all
A-gimme what you 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 'cos all I'm here to do is just a-wiggle your behind
Singin' on an-and on
And on and on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
A-singin' on an-and on and on
On and on
Rock-rock y'all
A-get on the floor
I'm gonna freak ya here
I'm gonna freak you there
I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere
'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind
I'll put the jig-jig-jiggles in your behind
I said a-one two three four
Come on girls
A-get on the floor
A-come alive y'all
A-gimme what ya got 'cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one two three four
Tell me Wonder Mike what are you waitin' for
Said a-hip-hop
The hippie to the hippie
The hip, hip-a-hop and you don't stop rockin'
To the bang-bang, the boogie
Say up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie
The beat
A-skiddlee be-bop
We rock a scooby doo
And guess what
America we love you
Ah 'cos ya rock and a-roll with-a so much soul you could rock 'till you're hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag
I don't mean to boast but we're like hot butter on a breakfast toast
We rock it up
A-baby bubba
Baby bubba to the boogie
The bang-bang, the boogie
To the beat, beat
It's so unique
Come on everybody and dance to the beat
A hip-hop
The hippie, the hippie
To the hip, hip-hop and you don't stop
A-rock it out, baby bubba
To the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie to the boogie
The beat
I say I can't wait 'till the end of the week when I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat
An attempt to raise your body heat
A-just blow your mind so a-that you can't speak
A-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 into 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
A-sing that song
A-to the rhythm of the boogie
The bang-bang, the 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 a-with a 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 devastatin' 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
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 Casanova legend must have been true
I said By the way baby what's your name
Said I go by the 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 'till 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
And I'm here and I'm there
I'm Big Bank Hank
I'm everywhere
A-just throw your hands up in the air and party hardy like you just don't care
Let's do it
A-don't stop y'all
A-tick a-tock y'all
You don't stop
It go Hotel, motel
A-whatcha gonna do today
'Cos Imma get a fly girl
Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go Hotel, motel
Holiday Inn
You see 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 a-one Friday night
I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' alright
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 Sassons
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 2 and let me tell ya somethin'
We're a hell of a crew
Once a week and we're on the street
Just a-cuttin' the jams and makin' it freak
For you to party got to have the moves so we'll get right down and give you a groove
For you to dance you got to be hype so we'll get right down and make ya rock
Now the system's on and the girls are there
You definitely have a rockin' affair
But let me tell ya somethin'
There's still one fact that to have a party 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' you start to dream and thinkin' how ya danced on the disco scene
A name appears in your mind
Yeah a name you know that was right on time
It was Phase 2 a-just a-doin' the do
Rockin' ya down 'cos ya know we could
To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak
A-come alive girls
A-get on your feet
A-to the rhythm of the beat
To the beat, the beat
To the double beat-beat that makes ya freak it
To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on
On and on until 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
I say 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 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
A-so you try to play it off like you think you can by sayin' that you're full
And then your friend says
Mama he's just bein' polite
He ain't finished uh uh
That's bull
A-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
But while the stinky food's steamin' your mind starts to dreamin' of the moment that it's time to leave
And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin' into somethin' 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
Oh 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 a-two weeks later to see how he has been
And he says
I understand about the food baby bubba but we're still friends
A with a hip-hop
The hippie to the hippie
The hip, hip-hop and 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 said A-Hank
A-can ya rock
Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop
A-can ya hip me to the shoobie doo
I said A-come on make
M-make the people move
I go toot the horns and then ring the bell because I am the man with the clientele
And if ya ask me why
I rock so well
I'm Big Bank
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 ya 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 the thing that separates you from me
And that is called originality
Because my rhymes are on from what you've heard
I didn't even bite
Not a god 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
It go Hotel, motel
A-whatcha gonna do today
'Cos Imma get a fly girl
Gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go Hotel, motel
Holiday Inn
You see if your girl starts actin' up then you take her friends
A-like that y'all
A-to the beat y'all
A-beat-beat y'all
Ya don't stop
A-Master Gee
Am I mellow
It's on you so what ya gonna do
Well like Johnny Carson on the late show
A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo
A-like the Bar-Kays singin' Holy Ghost
The sounds I throw down a-they're played the most
Just a-like my man
A-Captain Sky
Whose name he earned with his super sperm
We rock and we don't stop
A-get off y'all
I'm here to give you what ya got
A-to the beat that a-makes you freak it
Come alive girl
A-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 'cos 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
Don't ya know
I went off
I gotta run on down to the beat you see
Gettin' right on down
Makin' all the girls
Just take off 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 'cos every night you see
I had a date
At the age of nine
I was a-right on time 'cos every night I
I had a party rhyme
We're goin' on a-and on and on, on and on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
A-sayin' on a-and on and on, on and on
Like a hot buttered the pop the pop the popcorn
Goin' on a-and on and don't ya dare stop
A rock-rock y'all
A gimme what ya got
'Cos I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mic' and I am the definite freak's delight
I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mic'
I am the definite freak's delight
They call me the Master Gee you see
The brother who rocks so viciously
I'm gonna move ya here
I'm gonna move ya there
I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere
'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shocks your mind
Ah come on
Said just rock it to the east and move it to the west
Move it toward the lady you love, love the best
Master Gee
Get it on
Taggin' all the girls
Goin' down

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