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I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippie**lf**To the hip hip hop-a you don''t stop the rock**lf**It to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie**lf**To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat**lf****lf**Now what you hear is not a test, I''m rappin'' to the beat**lf**And me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feet**lf**See I am Wonder Mike and I''d like to say hello**lf**To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow**lf****lf**But first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie**lf**Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie**lf**Let''s rock, you don''t stop**lf**Rock the riddle that will make your body rock**lf****lf**Well, so far you''ve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along**lf**And next on the mic is my man Hank: come on, Hank, sing that song**lf****lf**Check it out: I''m the C-a-s-an-the-o-v-a, and the rest is f-l-y**lf**Y''see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I''ll tell ya why:**lf**Y''see I''m six-foot-one and I''m tons of fun, and I dress to a T**lf**Y''see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously**lf**I got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain''t the wack**lf**I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac**lf****lf**So after school, I take a dip in the pool which is really on the wall**lf**I got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketball**lf**Hear me talkin'' ''bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend**lf**But I wouldn''t give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime till I made it again**lf****lf**Y''go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)**lf**Y''say I''m gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'', drive off in a def OJ**lf**Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn**lf**Say if your girl starts actin'' up, then you take her friend**lf****lf**Master Gee, am I mellow?**lf**It''s on you, so what you gonna do?**lf****lf**Well, it''s on n on n on on n on**lf**The beat don''t stop until the break of dawn**lf**I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e**lf**I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee**lf****lf**Well, my name is known all over the world**lf**By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls**lf**I''m goin down in history**lf**As the baddest rapper there ever could be**lf****lf**Now I''m feelin'' the highs and ya feelin'' the lows**lf**The beat starts gettin'' into your toes**lf**Ya start poppin'' ya fingers and stompin'' your feet**lf**And movin'' your body while you''re sittin'' in your seat**lf****lf**And then, damn, ya start doin'' the Freak**lf**I said damn, right outta your seat**lf**Then ya throw your hands high in the air**lf**Ya rockin'' to the rhythm, shake your derriere**lf**Ya rockin'' to the beat without a care**lf**With the sure shot MCs for the affair**lf****lf**Now, I''m not as tall as the rest of the gang**lf**But I rap to the beat just the same**lf**I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes**lf**All I''m here to do, ladies, is hypnotize**lf****lf**Singin'' on n n on n on n on**lf**The beat don''t stop until the break of dawn**lf**Singin'' on n n on n on on n on**lf**Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie**lf**Pop da pop pop, ya don''t dare stop**lf**Come alive, y''all, gimme what ya got**lf****lf**I guess by now, you can take a hunch**lf**And find that I am the baby of the bunch**lf**But that''s okay I still keep in stride**lf**''Cause all I''m here to do is just wiggle your behind**lf****lf**Singin'' on n n on n on n on**lf**The beat don''t stop until the break of dawn**lf**Singin'' on n n on n on on n on**lf**Rock rock, y''all, throw it on the floor**lf****lf**I''m gonna freak ya here, I''m gonna feak ya there**lf**I''m gonna move you outta this atmosphere**lf**''Cause I''m one of a kind and I''ll shock your mind**lf**I''ll put t-t-tickets in your behind**lf****lf**I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floor**lf**A-come alive, y''all, a-gimme what ya got**lf**''Cause I''m guaranteed to make you rock**lf**I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin'' for?**lf****lf**I said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie**lf**The hip hip hop-a you don''t stop the rock**lf**It to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie**lf**To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat**lf****lf**Skiddlee beebop-a we rock a scoobie doo**lf**And guess what, America, we love you**lf**''Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul**lf**You could rock till you''re a hundred and one years old**lf**I don''t mean to brag, I don''t mean to boast**lf**But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast**lf****lf**Rock it up, baby bubbah**lf**Baby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogie**lf**To the beat beat, it''s so unique**lf**Come on, everybody and dance to the beat**lf****lf**I said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippie**lf**To the hip hip hop-a you don''t stop**lf**Rock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bang**lf**The boogie to the boogie da beat**lf****lf**I said I can''t wait till the end of the week**lf**When I''m rappin'' to the rhythm of a groovy beat**lf**And attempt to raise your body heat**lf**Just blow your mind so that you can''t speak**lf****lf**And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet**lf**And let it change up to a dance called The Freak**lf**And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat**lf**Rest a little while so ya don''t get weak**lf****lf**I know a man named Hank**lf**He has more rhymes than a serious bank**lf**So come on, Hank, sing that song**lf**To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong**lf****lf**Well, I''m imp the dimp, the ladies pimp**lf**The women fight for my delight**lf**But I''m the grandmaster with the three MCs**lf**That shock the house for the young ladies**lf****lf**And when you come inside into the front**lf**You do the freak, spank, and do the bump**lf**And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point**lf**We''re treacherous trio, we''re the serious joint**lf****lf**A-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-day**lf**I sit down and write a brand new rhyme**lf**Because they say that miracles never cease**lf**I''ve created a devastating masterpiece**lf**I''m gonna rock the mic till you can''t resist**lf**Everybody, I say, it goes like this:**lf****lf**Well, I was comin'' home late one dark afternoon**lf**A reporter stopped me for a interview**lf**She said she''s heard stories and she''s heard fables**lf**That I''m vicious on the mic and the turntables**lf****lf**This young reporter, I did adore**lf**So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before**lf**She said, ''Damn, fly guy, I''m in love with you**lf**The Cassanova legend must have been true!''**lf**I said, ''By the way, baby, what''s your name?''**lf**Said, ''I go by the name of Lois Lane**lf****lf**And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can**lf**Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman''**lf**I said, ''He''s a fairy, I do suppose**lf**Flyin'' through the air in pantyhose**lf****lf**He may be very sexy or even cute**lf**But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit''**lf**I said, ''You need a man who''s got finesse**lf**And his whole name across his chest**lf****lf**He may be able to fly all through the night**lf**But can he rock a party till the early light?**lf**He can''t satisfy you with his little worm**lf**But I can bust you out with my super sperm!''**lf****lf**I gon'' do it, I gon'' do it**lf**I gon'' do it, do it, do it**lf**And I''m here, and I''m there**lf**I''m Big Bank Hank, I''m everywhere**lf****lf**Just throw your hands up in the air**lf**And party hardy like you just don''t care**lf**Let''s do it, don''t stop y''all**lf**A-tick a-tock, y''all, you don''t stop**lf****lf**Go hotel, motel, what you gonna do today? (Say what?)**lf**I''m gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ**lf**Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn**lf**You say, if your girl starts actin'' up then you take her friend**lf****lf**I say skip, dive, what can I say?**lf**I can''t fit em all inside my OJ**lf**So I just take half and bust them out**lf**I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house**lf****lf**It was twelve o''clock one Friday night**lf**I was rockin'' to the beat and feelin'' all right**lf**Everybody was dancin'' on the floor**lf**Doin'' all the things they never did before**lf****lf**And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean**lf**She came into the bar, she came into the scene**lf**As she traveled deeper inside the room**lf**All the fellas checked out her white sasoons**lf****lf**She came up to the table, looked into my eyes**lf**Then she turned around and shook her behind**lf**So I said to myself, ''It''s time for me to release**lf**My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece''**lf****lf**And now, people in the house, this is just for you**lf**A little rap to make you boogaloo**lf**Now the group ya hear is called phase two**lf**And let me tell ya somethin'', we''re a helluva crew**lf****lf**Once a week we''re on the street**lf**Just a-cuttin'' the jams and making it free**lf**For you to party, ya got to have the moves**lf**So we''ll get right down and give you a groove**lf****lf**For you to dance, you gotta get hype**lf**So we''ll get right down and make you rock**lf**Now the system''s on and the girls are there**lf**Ya definitely have a rockin affair**lf****lf**But let me tell ya somethin'', there''s still one fact:**lf**That to have a party, ya got to have a rap**lf**So when the party''s over, you''re makin'' it home**lf**And tryin'' to sleep before the break of dawn**lf****lf**And while ya sleepin'', ya start to dream**lf**And thinkin'' how ya danced on the disco scene**lf**My name appears in your mind**lf**Yeah, a name you know that was right on time**lf****lf**It was phase two, just a-doin'' a do**lf**Rockin'' ya down ''cause ya know we could**lf**To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak**lf**Come alive, girls, get on your feet**lf****lf**To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat**lf**To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak**lf**To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on**lf**On n on into the break of dawn**lf****lf**Now I got a man comin'' on right now**lf**He''s guaranteed to throw down**lf**He goes by the name of Wonder Mike**lf**Come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like**lf****lf**Like a can of beer that''s sweeter than honey**lf**Like a millionaire that has no money**lf**Like a rainy day that is not wet**lf**Like a gamblin'' fiend that does not bet**lf****lf**Like Dracula without his fangs**lf**Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang**lf**Like collard greens that don''t taste good**lf**Like a tree that''s not made out of wood**lf****lf**Like goin'' up and not comin'' down**lf**Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound**lf**To the beat beat, ya do The Freak**lf**Everybody just rock and dance to the beat**lf****lf**Have you ever went over a friends house to eat**lf**And the food just ain''t no good?**lf**I mean the macaroni''s soggy, the peas are mushed**lf**And the chicken tastes like wood**lf****lf**So you try to play it off like you think you can**lf**By sayin that you''re full**lf**And then your friend says, ''Momma, he''s just being polite**lf**He ain''t finished, uh uh, that''s bull!''**lf****lf**So your heart starts pumpin'', and you think of a lie**lf**And you say that you already ate**lf**And your friend says, ''Man, there''s plenty of food!''**lf**So you pile some more on your plate**lf****lf**While the stinky foods steamin'' your mind starts to dreamin''**lf**Of the moment that it''s time to leave**lf**And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin''**lf**Into something that looks like cheese**lf****lf**Oh so, you say, ''That''s it, I got to leave this place**lf**I don''t care what these people think**lf**I''m just sittin'' here makin'' myself nauseous**lf**With this ugly food that stinks!''**lf****lf**So you bust out the door while it''s still closed**lf**Still sick from the food you ate**lf**And then you run to the store for quick relief**lf**From a bottle of Kaopectate**lf****lf**And then you call your friend two weeks later**lf**To see how he has been**lf**And he says, ''I understand about the food, baby bubbah**lf**But we''re still friends''**lf****lf**With a hip hop, the hippie to the hippie**lf**The hip hip-a hop-a you don''t stop the rockin''**lf**To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie**lf**To the rhythm of the boogie the beat**lf****lf**I say, Hank, can ya rock?**lf**Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don''t stop?**lf**Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?**lf**I said, come on make the, make the people move**lf****lf**I go to the halls and then ring the bell**lf**Because I am the man with the clientele**lf**And if ya ask me why I rock so well**lf**A big bang, I got clientele**lf****lf**And from the time I was only six years old**lf**I never forgot what I was told**lf**It was the best advice that I ever had**lf**It came from my wise dear old dad**lf****lf**He said, ''Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you**lf**And don''t say a word until I''m through**lf**Now, there''s a time to laugh, a time to cry**lf**A time to live and a time to die**lf****lf**A time to break and a time to chill**lf**To act civilized or act real ill**lf**But whatever ya do in your lifetime**lf**Y''never let a MC steal your rhyme!''**lf****lf**So from sixty-six to this very day**lf**I''ll always remember what he had to say**lf**So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style**lf**I let them know that I''m versatile**lf****lf**I got style, finesse and a little black book**lf**That''s filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look**lf**But there''s a thing that separates you from me**lf**And that is called originality**lf****lf**Because my rhymes are on from what you heard**lf**I didn''t even bite and not a Goddamn word**lf**And I say a little more later on tonight**lf**So the sucker MCs can bite all night**lf****lf**A-tick a-tock y''all, a-beat beat y''all**lf**A-let''s rock y''all, ya don''t stop**lf**Ya go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)**lf**Ya say I''m gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin''**lf**Drive off in a def OJ**lf**Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn**lf**Ya say if your girl starts actin'' up, then you take her friends**lf****lf**A-like that y''all, to the beat y''all**lf**Beat beat ya''ll, ya don''t stop**lf**A-Master Gee, am I mellow?**lf**It''s on you, so whatcha gonna do?**lf****lf**Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late Show**lf**A-like Frankie Crocker in stereo**lf**Well, like The Bar-Kay''s singin'' Holy Ghost**lf**The sounds to throw down, they''re played the most**lf****lf**It''s like my man, Captain Sky**lf**Whose name he earned with his super sperm**lf**We rock and we don''t stop**lf**Get off, y''all, I''m here to give you whatcha got**lf**To the beat that it makes you freak**lf**And come alive, girl, get on your feet**lf****lf**A-like a Perry Mason without a case**lf**Like Farrah Fawcett without her face**lf**Like The Bar-Kays on the mic**lf**Like gettin'' right down for you tonight**lf****lf**Like movin'' your body so ya don''t know how**lf**Right to the rhythm and throw down**lf**Like comin'' alive to the Master Gee**lf**The brother who rocks so viciously**lf****lf**I said, the age of one, my life begun**lf**At the age of two, I was doin the'' do**lf**At the age of three, it was you and me**lf**Rockin'' to the sounds of the Master Gee**lf****lf**At the age of four, I was on the floor**lf**Givin'' all the freaks what they bargained for**lf**At the age of five, I didn''t take no jive**lf**With the Master Gee, it''s all the way live**lf****lf**At the age of six, I was a-pickin'' up sticks**lf**Rappin'' to the beat, my stick was fixed**lf**At the age of seven, I was rockin'' in heaven**lf**Dontcha know I went off?**lf****lf**I got right on down to the beat, you see**lf**Gettin'' right on down, makin'' all the girls**lf**Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat**lf**To the double beat beat that makes you freak**lf****lf**At the age of eight, I was really great**lf**''Cause every night, you see I had a date**lf**At the age of nine, I was right on time**lf**''Cause every night, I had a party rhyme**lf****lf**Goin'' on n n on n on on n on**lf**The beat don''t stop until the break of dawn**lf**A-sayin'' on n n on n on on n on...**lf**Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop**lf**A-saying on n n on n on on n on**lf**I say you don''t stop, gimme what ya got**lf**''Cause I''m a helluva man when I''m on the mic**lf**I am the definite feast delight**lf**''Cause I''m a helluva man when I''m on the miC**lf**I am the definite feast delight**lf**Come to the Master Gee, you see**lf**The brother who rocks so viciously