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Song Saturday by the Sugarhill Gang ~ Rappers Delight with lyrics!

Some of you may remember this. There are a lot of lyrics to this one. Enjoy. 

Here is the link.

I call songs like this Happy Feet Songs. πŸ˜‰ 

#3 Check it out…

Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-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 got more clothes than Muhammed 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 talk about

Checkbooks, credit cards, mo' money

Than a sucker could even spend,

But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker

Not a dime 'til I made it again. Everybody go

Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)

'Cause I'm a get a fly girl,

Gonna get some spank n' drive off in a def OJ. Everybody go

Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn,

Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend. 

Master Gee! My mellow! 

It's on you, so whatcha gonna do? 

#4 Well, it’s on…

Well, it's on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,

The beat don't stop until the break of dawn. I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,

I said I go by the unforgettable name 

Of a man they call 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! 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,

Like 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, 

'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind

Singin' on'n'non'non on'non

The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.

Singin' on'n'n'non'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 put the dick, dick, dick in your behind. I said

One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get of 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?

#5 I said a hip hop

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 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!

#6 Ever went

Ever went over a friends 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!"

#7 So your heart

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

#8 Oh so you say

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!


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