Sugarhill Gang — Sugarhill Groove

Yeah! Welcome to the party Yeah! Welcome to the party Yeah! Welcome to the party (to the boogie the bang bang the boogie) Yeah! Welcome to the party Well, I’m Wonder Mike and I’m ready Yeah, I mean ready to rock the house And I’m Big Bank Hank and I’m ready, baby doll And I’m ready to shock the house And of course it's me, the Master Gee I said ladies you know I'm ready Dibby-dibba-bop-lada-di-da-da Twidlee diddly do it and you do that rock I said you do that rock, now Then you hear the guitar and then the bass Then hit that chord that’ll shake this place S-U-G-A-R-H-I-L-L We go by the name of The Sugarhill Gang and that’s how it’s spelled! (Check it out!) Just freak it to the rhythm and don’t stop Just freak it to the rhythm and don’t quit Just freak it to the rhythm and don’t move ‘Cause this is known to be the Sugarhill Groove, get on down! Come on, and get down To the boogie to the boogie the up jump the boogie to the Now sugar, let me have a little bit of your time Sugarhill say you need to relax your mind Let your spirit go, and your body be free All we’re here to do is make you party! Till you’re going down with the help of the Gang So get off, and do your own kinda thing I say don’t be scared to let down your hair 'Cause this is the Sugarhill Gang affair We say you rock and you don’t stop You go on and you do the rock So you feel the bass and then feel the highs We’re a better combination than salt and french fries Turn the boogie around, you got franks and beans Check it out everyone, as we start to sing: You can’t get enough of that Sugarhill, Sugarhill, Sugarhill You can’t get enough of that Sugarhill, that makes you do the freak! Hey Mike, do you see that girl over there? The one with the long black pretty hair? I don’t know about you but I’m going to see Maybe she might do the Patty Duke with me Now no one else is with her, and I’m telling you no lie That there's beams of light sparkling in her hair And a flicker in her eyes So, let’s change the beat to make her move her feet With the help of technology And let's stick to the Gang with a wave of the hand And a simple 1, 2, 3 Dibby-dibba-bop-lada-di-da-da Twidlee diddly do it and you do that rock Now there’s a reason why I rock all the season with a little a touch of savoir faire ‘Cause I am down with the Sugarhill Gang and we rock with pin-point flair First you hip the hop and then hop the hip And then you hippety the hop and don’t quit Then you hip the hop and then you hop the hip And then you hippety the hop and don’t stop I'm just singin' on and on and on, on, and on Like hot buttered pop, the pop, the pop Hippie-dibby, pop-a-the-pop-pop You do that rock and get right on down and gimme what you got Stop! Before it gets too hot now Now, why in the world did you do that for? Everybody in this spot was begging for more Now, both of you know we have to hit the streets And we just start rapping to the beat So come on (Wait a minute) First treble and bass, then high and low We think we’re coming to someone's stereo And if you don't know what's goin' on around So check us out when we throw down! Young ladies, young ladies, young ladies drive me crazy! We go back and forth and forth and back We’re The Sugarhill Gang, we take no smack We don’t wear diamond rings and drive big cars But the people just treat us like movie stars We’re just three young rappers who want to be known As professional magicians of the microphone Well I'm Big Bank, rhymes are my game And soon I’ll be elected to the hall of fame Like a lime to a lemon, a cherry to a plum We won’t stop rappin’ till we all get some Wonder Mike, it’s on you You’re the freak of the night, so what you wanna do? Just give me the mic in the middle of the night And I’ll show you how I know to rock real tight Well, I was young and ate my Wheaties every single day When I signed a record deal that made me chart The groovy hip things I say It’s the rhythm of WBGL that helped me sing my songs So you can rock with this such channel Uninterruptedly all night long With the Sugarhill Gang you can get down on the floor And don't stop until you feel the shame Well, we’re the Gang bubbah, don’t you fret Because you can bet that we can rap to the beat just the same Dibby-dibba-bop-lada-di-da-da Twidlee diddly do it and you do that rock Well, I've carried two hundred girls off of my feet I bet you know who’s that stings like a bee It’s Wonder Mike and I’m ready Gotta, gonna give you a hip and hug you a hop I’ll take the hop and with the help of a water drop Please don't compare me to other rappers Until one day they told me you rock well And they gave me confidence and comfortability Dibby-dibba-bop-lada-di-da-da Twidlee diddly do it, you do that rock I’m the Master Gee, a man you know A man who rocks in stereo I've said hey diddle-diddle, the cat and the fiddle Casey at the Bat and the dog in the middle I’m gonna rock this mic to move these wings Get up in the morning and do it again I’m gonna hit you with rhymes you’ve never heard before And dedicate them to the ladies that I adore ‘Cause I’m on the go, I’m on your mind I'm the unlimited guarantee to shake your behind To the beat, you don't stop Rock the rhythm and I’ll make your body high Get on down! (C’mon, Gee) (Hurry up Hank!) Well, he’s featured on the drums and he came to stay And he goes by the name of Tito Puente! [Drum Break] To the beat that makes you want to To the beat that makes you want to To the beat that makes you want to dance Come on, young ladies let’s take a chance Dibby-dibba-bop-lada-di-da-da Twidlee diddly do it, do that rock To the beat that makes you want to To the beat that makes you want to I’m like a double stack mac at twelve o’clock Like Big Bank with the gangsta rock To the boogie, to the boogie, be up jump the boogie Babe baby keep to pip the pippie Hippity-ba-hoppas who so-so socialize Won’t you open up your ears and open up your eyes? To find out wheter we're qualified And one more thing we're all the way live Like a lime to lemon, a lemon to a lime You can give me your number ‘cause I got a dime Like a tick to a tock, a drip to a drop, like snap, crackle to the pop When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a funky beat I rap and tell no lies ‘Cause the way I spell relief you know it's P-A-R-T-Y! Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon Got a black book filled with all the fly women Tweedle-di-dee or Tweedle-di-dum Hear the tight pitter-patter of a big bass drum Baby stand on the rhythm​ of the big top beat While I snap my fingers and say move your feet To the beat that makes you want to, sugar sugar sugar To the beat that makes you want to, sugar sugar sugar To the beat that makes you want to, sugar sugar sugar To the beat that makes you want to, sugar sugar sugar To the beat that makes you want to, sugar sugar sugar To the beat that makes you wanna dance, sugar sugar sugar To the beat that makes you want to, sugar sugar sugar To the beat that makes you want to, sugar sugar sugar To the beat that makes you want to, sugar sugar sugar To the beat that makes you want to, sugar sugar sugar To the beat that makes you wanna rock, sugar sugar sugar To the beat that makes you rock the beat, sugar sugar sugar