Rappers Delight Songtext

von The Sugarhill Gang

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"Rapper's Delight" von The Sugarhill Gang ist ein bekannter Song aus den späten 1970er Jahren, der den Grundstein für de...

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
You 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′ll make your body rock

Well, so far you′ve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my man Hank
And 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 ya why
You see, I′m six-foot-one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a T
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 really is 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 than a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn′t give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker not a dime ′til I made it again

Everybody go "Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)
'Cause I′ma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn!"
Say, if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend

A Master Gee, am I 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 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 could ever be

Now I′m feelin′ the highs and ya feelin' the lows
The beat starts gettin′ into your toes
Ya start poppin' ya fingers and stompin′ your feet
And movin' your body while you′re sittin' in your seat
And then, damn, ya start doin' the freak
I said damn, right outta your seat
Then ya 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
Singing on and on and on, on and on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
A-singing on 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
A-come alive, y'all, 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
'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
Singing on and on and on, on and on
The beat don′t stop until the break of dawn
Singing on and on and on, on and on
Rock-rock, y′all, throw it on the floor

I'm gonna freak ya here, I′m gonna freak ya there
I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere
′Cause I'm one of a kind, and I′ll shock your mind
I'll put the tick, tick, tickets in your behind
I said a-one, two, three, four
Come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme what ya got
′Cause I′m guaranteed to make you rock
I said a-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 bebop, we rock a scooby-doo
And guess what, America, we love you
′Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul
You could rock 'til you′re a hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we′re like hot butter on our breakfast toast

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

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
So you try to play it off like you think you can, by sayin′ that you're full
And then your friend says, "Momma, he just being polite, he ain′t finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"
And 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
And while the stinky foods 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 got to 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!"
And 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 bubbah, 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