| 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 you've heard my voice, but I brought two friends along | |
| And next on the mike is my man Hank: come on, 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 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 Casanova 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 'til 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 | |
| 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 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, don't you 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, | |
| 'Cos 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 gona 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 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 | |
| 'Cos 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 | |
| 'Cos you rocked and a rolled with so much soul, | |
| You could rock 'til 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 unique | |
| Come on everybody and dance to the beat! | |
| Have you ever went over a friends house to eat | |
| And the food just ain't no good? | |
| 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 that 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 |