Lyrics:

I said-a hip, hop, the hippie, the hippieTo the hip hip hop-a you don''t stop the rockIt to the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogieTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beatNow what you hear is not a test, I''m rappin'' to the beatAnd me, the groove and my friends are gonna try to move your feetSee I am Wonder Mike and I''d like to say helloTo the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellowBut first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogieSay up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogieLet''s rock, you don''t stopRock the riddle that will make your body rockWell, so far you''ve heard my voice, but I brought two friends alongAnd next on the mic is my man Hank: come on, Hank, sing that songCheck it out: I''m the C-a-s-an-the-o-v-a, and the rest is f-l-yY''see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons, I''ll tell ya why:Y''see I''m six-foot-one and I''m tons of fun, and I dress to a TY''see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciouslyI got bodyguards, I got two big cars that definitely ain''t the wackI got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof CadillacSo after school, I take a dip in the pool which is really on the wallI got a color TV, so I can see the Knicks play basketballHear me talkin'' ''bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spendBut I wouldn''t give a sucker or a bum from the rucker, not a dime till I made it againY''go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)Y''say I''m gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin'', drive off in a def OJEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday InnSay if your girl starts actin'' up, then you take her friendMaster Gee, am I mellow?It''s on you, so what you gonna do?Well, it''s on n on n on on n onThe beat don''t stop until the break of dawnI said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double eI said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master GeeWell, my name is known all over the worldBy all the foxy ladies and the pretty girlsI''m goin down in historyAs the baddest rapper there ever could beNow I''m feelin'' the highs and ya feelin'' the lowsThe beat starts gettin'' into your toesYa start poppin'' ya fingers and stompin'' your feetAnd movin'' your body while you''re sittin'' in your seatAnd then, damn, ya start doin'' the FreakI said damn, right outta your seatThen ya throw your hands high in the airYa rockin'' to the rhythm, shake your derriereYa rockin'' to the beat without a careWith the sure shot MCs for the affairNow, I''m not as tall as the rest of the gangBut I rap to the beat just the sameI got a little face and a pair of brown eyesAll I''m here to do, ladies, is hypnotizeSingin'' on n n on n on n onThe beat don''t stop until the break of dawnSingin'' on n n on n on on n onLike a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbiePop da pop pop, ya don''t dare stopCome alive, y''all, gimme what ya gotI guess by now, you can take a hunchAnd find that I am the baby of the bunchBut that''s okay I still keep in stride''Cause all I''m here to do is just wiggle your behindSingin'' on n n on n on n onThe beat don''t stop until the break of dawnSingin'' on n n on n on on n onRock rock, y''all, throw it on the floorI''m gonna freak ya here, I''m gonna feak ya thereI''m gonna move you outta this atmosphere''Cause I''m one of a kind and I''ll shock your mindI''ll put t-t-tickets in your behindI said 1-2-3-4, come on girls, get on the floorA-come alive, y''all, a-gimme what ya got''Cause I''m guaranteed to make you rockI said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike, what are you waitin'' for?I said-a hip hop, the hippie to the hippieThe hip hip hop-a you don''t stop the rockIt to the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogieTo the rhythm of the boogie, the beatSkiddlee beebop-a we rock a scoobie dooAnd guess what, America, we love you''Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soulYou could rock till you''re a hundred and one years oldI don''t mean to brag, I don''t mean to boastBut we like hot butter on our breakfast toastRock it up, baby bubbahBaby bubbah to the boogie, da bang bang da boogieTo the beat beat, it''s so uniqueCome on, everybody and dance to the beatI said-a hip hop, the hippie the hippieTo the hip hip hop-a you don''t stopRock it out, baby bubbah, to the boogie da bang bangThe boogie to the boogie da beatI said I can''t wait till the end of the weekWhen I''m rappin'' to the rhythm of a groovy beatAnd attempt to raise your body heatJust blow your mind so that you can''t speakAnd do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feetAnd let it change up to a dance called The FreakAnd when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beatRest a little while so ya don''t get weakI know a man named HankHe has more rhymes than a serious bankSo come on, Hank, sing that songTo the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bongWell, I''m imp the dimp, the ladies pimpThe women fight for my delightBut I''m the grandmaster with the three MCsThat shock the house for the young ladiesAnd when you come inside into the frontYou do the freak, spank, and do the bumpAnd when the sucker MCs try to prove a pointWe''re treacherous trio, we''re the serious jointA-from sun-to-sun and from day-to-dayI sit down and write a brand new rhymeBecause they say that miracles never ceaseI''ve created a devastating masterpieceI''m gonna rock the mic till you can''t resistEverybody, I say, it goes like this:Well, I was comin'' home late one dark afternoonA reporter stopped me for a interviewShe said she''s heard stories and she''s heard fablesThat I''m vicious on the mic and the turntablesThis young reporter, I did adoreSo I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did beforeShe said, ''Damn, fly guy, I''m in love with youThe Cassanova legend must have been true!''I said, ''By the way, baby, what''s your name?''Said, ''I go by the name of Lois LaneAnd you could be my boyfriend, you surely canJust let me quit my boyfriend called Superman''I said, ''He''s a fairy, I do supposeFlyin'' through the air in pantyhoseHe may be very sexy or even cuteBut he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit''I said, ''You need a man who''s got finesseAnd his whole name across his chestHe may be able to fly all through the nightBut can he rock a party till the early light?He can''t satisfy you with his little wormBut I can bust you out with my super sperm!''I gon'' do it, I gon'' do itI gon'' do it, do it, do itAnd I''m here, and I''m thereI''m Big Bank Hank, I''m everywhereJust throw your hands up in the airAnd party hardy like you just don''t careLet''s do it, don''t stop y''allA-tick a-tock, y''all, you don''t stopGo 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 OJEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday InnYou say, if your girl starts actin'' up then you take her friendI say skip, dive, what can I say?I can''t fit em all inside my OJSo I just take half and bust them outI give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the houseIt was twelve o''clock one Friday nightI was rockin'' to the beat and feelin'' all rightEverybody was dancin'' on the floorDoin'' all the things they never did beforeAnd then this fly, fly girl with a sexy leanShe came into the bar, she came into the sceneAs she traveled deeper inside the roomAll the fellas checked out her white sasoonsShe came up to the table, looked into my eyesThen she turned around and shook her behindSo I said to myself, ''It''s time for me to releaseMy vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece''And now, people in the house, this is just for youA little rap to make you boogalooNow the group ya hear is called phase twoAnd let me tell ya somethin'', we''re a helluva crewOnce a week we''re on the streetJust a-cuttin'' the jams and making it freeFor you to party, ya got to have the movesSo we''ll get right down and give you a grooveFor you to dance, you gotta get hypeSo we''ll get right down and make you rockNow the system''s on and the girls are thereYa definitely have a rockin affairBut let me tell ya somethin'', there''s still one fact:That to have a party, ya got to have a rapSo when the party''s over, you''re makin'' it homeAnd tryin'' to sleep before the break of dawnAnd while ya sleepin'', ya start to dreamAnd thinkin'' how ya danced on the disco sceneMy name appears in your mindYeah, a name you know that was right on timeIt was phase two, just a-doin'' a doRockin'' ya down ''cause ya know we couldTo the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freakCome alive, girls, get on your feetTo the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beatTo the double beat beat that it makes ya freakTo the rhythm of the beat that says ya go onOn n on into the break of dawnNow I got a man comin'' on right nowHe''s guaranteed to throw downHe goes by the name of Wonder MikeCome on, Wonder Mike, do what ya likeLike a can of beer that''s sweeter than honeyLike a millionaire that has no moneyLike a rainy day that is not wetLike a gamblin'' fiend that does not betLike Dracula without his fangsLike the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bangLike collard greens that don''t taste goodLike a tree that''s not made out of woodLike goin'' up and not comin'' downIs just like the beat without the sound, no soundTo the beat beat, ya do The FreakEverybody just rock and dance to the beatHave you ever went over a friends house to eatAnd the food just ain''t no good?I mean the macaroni''s soggy, the peas are mushedAnd the chicken tastes like woodSo you try to play it off like you think you canBy sayin that you''re fullAnd then your friend says, ''Momma, he''s just being politeHe ain''t finished, uh uh, that''s bull!''So your heart starts pumpin'', and you think of a lieAnd you say that you already ateAnd your friend says, ''Man, there''s plenty of food!''So you pile some more on your plateWhile the stinky foods steamin'' your mind starts to dreamin''Of the moment that it''s time to leaveAnd then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin''Into something that looks like cheeseOh so, you say, ''That''s it, I got to leave this placeI don''t care what these people thinkI''m just sittin'' here makin'' myself nauseousWith this ugly food that stinks!''So you bust out the door while it''s still closedStill sick from the food you ateAnd then you run to the store for quick reliefFrom a bottle of KaopectateAnd then you call your friend two weeks laterTo see how he has beenAnd he says, ''I understand about the food, baby bubbahBut we''re still friends''With a hip hop, the hippie to the hippieThe hip hip-a hop-a you don''t stop the rockin''To the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogieTo the rhythm of the boogie the beatI say, Hank, can ya rock?Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don''t stop?Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?I said, come on make the, make the people moveI go to the halls and then ring the bellBecause I am the man with the clienteleAnd if ya ask me why I rock so wellA big bang, I got clienteleAnd from the time I was only six years oldI never forgot what I was toldIt was the best advice that I ever hadIt came from my wise dear old dadHe said, ''Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to youAnd don''t say a word until I''m throughNow, there''s a time to laugh, a time to cryA time to live and a time to dieA time to break and a time to chillTo act civilized or act real illBut whatever ya do in your lifetimeY''never let a MC steal your rhyme!''So from sixty-six to this very dayI''ll always remember what he had to saySo when the sucker MCs try to chump my styleI let them know that I''m versatileI got style, finesse and a little black bookThat''s filled with rhymes and I know you wanna lookBut there''s a thing that separates you from meAnd that is called originalityBecause my rhymes are on from what you heardI didn''t even bite and not a Goddamn wordAnd I say a little more later on tonightSo the sucker MCs can bite all nightA-tick a-tock y''all, a-beat beat y''allA-let''s rock y''all, ya don''t stopYa go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)Ya say I''m gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin''Drive off in a def OJEverybody go hotel, motel, Holiday InnYa say if your girl starts actin'' up, then you take her friendsA-like that y''all, to the beat y''allBeat beat ya''ll, ya don''t stopA-Master Gee, am I mellow?It''s on you, so whatcha gonna do?Well, like Johnny Carson on The Late ShowA-like Frankie Crocker in stereoWell, like The Bar-Kay''s singin'' Holy GhostThe sounds to throw down, they''re played the mostIt''s like my man, Captain SkyWhose name he earned with his super spermWe rock and we don''t stopGet off, y''all, I''m here to give you whatcha gotTo the beat that it makes you freakAnd come alive, girl, get on your feetA-like a Perry Mason without a caseLike Farrah Fawcett without her faceLike The Bar-Kays on the micLike gettin'' right down for you tonightLike movin'' your body so ya don''t know howRight to the rhythm and throw downLike comin'' alive to the Master GeeThe brother who rocks so viciouslyI said, the age of one, my life begunAt the age of two, I was doin the'' doAt the age of three, it was you and meRockin'' to the sounds of the Master GeeAt the age of four, I was on the floorGivin'' all the freaks what they bargained forAt the age of five, I didn''t take no jiveWith the Master Gee, it''s all the way liveAt the age of six, I was a-pickin'' up sticksRappin'' to the beat, my stick was fixedAt the age of seven, I was rockin'' in heavenDontcha know I went off?I got right on down to the beat, you seeGettin'' right on down, makin'' all the girlsJust take of their clothes to the beat the beatTo the double beat beat that makes you freakAt the age of eight, I was really great''Cause every night, you see I had a dateAt the age of nine, I was right on time''Cause every night, I had a party rhymeGoin'' on n n on n on on n onThe beat don''t stop until the break of dawnA-sayin'' on n n on n on on n on...Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de popA-saying on n n on n on on n onI say you don''t stop, gimme what ya got''Cause I''m a helluva man when I''m on the micI am the definite feast delight''Cause I''m a helluva man when I''m on the miCI am the definite feast delightCome to the Master Gee, you seeThe brother who rocks so viciously