Listen to Def Squad Delight by Erick Sermon, Redman & Keith Murray

Def Squad Delight

Erick Sermon, Redman & Keith Murray

Hip-Hop/Rap

Apple Music Note

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Def Squad (Redman, Erick Sermon & Keith Murray) - "Def Squad Delite" [Rapper's Delight Cover]

Watch Def Squad (Redman, Erick Sermon & Keith Murray) - "Def Squad Delite" [Rapper's Delight Cover] on YouTube

Featured In

Listen to E Double by Erick Sermon

ALBUME DoubleErick Sermon

Listen to Kool & The Gang: Sampled featuring Erick Sermon

PLAYLISTKool & The Gang: SampledApple Music Hip-Hop

Listen to Ep. 16 OWSLA Radio Playlist featuring Erick Sermon

PLAYLISTEp. 16 OWSLA Radio PlaylistOWSLA Radio

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Erick Sermon

Performer

Def Squad

Performer

Redman

Performer

Keith Murray

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Nile Rodgers

Composer

Bernard Edwards

Bernard Edwards

Composer

Reggie Noble

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Erick Sermon

Producer

Marc Berto

Recording Engineer

Tommy Uzzo

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I said a hip, hop, the hippie

The hippie to the hip, hip a hop and you don't stop

A rock on, baby bubba, to the boogety bang bang

The boogie to the boogety beat

Now what you hear is not a test, I'm a-rappin' to the beat

It's just me, the groove, and my squad, we gonna try to move your feet

See, I am the doctor, Spock and I'd like to say hello

A-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 rhythm that'll make your body rock

[Verse 2]

Now, so far, you heard my voice, but I brought two friends along

And next on the mic is my man, E, come on, E, sing that song

[Verse 3]

Well I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp

The womens fight for my delight

'Cause I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs

That shocked the house for the young ladies

And when you come inside and to the front

And you do the freak spank and you do the bump

And when a sucker MC's tryna prove a point

They trust this trio, and with a serious joint

And from sun to sun, and from day to day

I sit back and write a brand new rhyme

Because they say that lyricals never cease

I created a devastated masterpiece

I'm gonna rock the mic till you can't resist

Everybody, I said it goes like this

[Verse 4]

See, I was comin' home late one dark afternoon

Reporter stopped me for an interview

She said she heard stories and she heard fables

That I'm Mrs. On-the-Mic and the turntables

This young reporter I did adore

Start rockin' through this rhyme like I never did before

She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you"

Said, "That Casanova legend must've been true"

I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"

She said, "I go by the name of Lois Lane

And you could be my boyfriend, you truly can

Just let me cut my boyfriend called Superman"

I said, "He's a fairy I do suppose

Flyin' through the air in pantyhose

He may be very sexy or even cute

But he look like a sucker in a blue and red suit"

I said, "I need a man who got finesse

And his whole name across his chest

He may be able to fly all through the night

But he can't rock a party through the early light

He can't satisfy you with his little worm

But I can bust you out with my super-sperm"

[Verse 5]

I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it

And I'm here, and I'm there

And I'm big, bad E and I'm everywhere

So just throw your hands up in the air

And party hard like you just don't care

And just do it, and don't stop, y'all

A-tick-a-tock, y'all, and you don't stop

It goes hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)

I'm gonna get a fly girl, I'm gonna get some spankin'

Drive off with a def OJ

Everybody go hotel, motel, Holiday Inn (Say what?)

I say, if your girl start actin' up, then you take her friend

I say skip, dive, what can I say?

I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ

So I just take half and bust 'em out

And leave the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house

[Verse 6]

Well, I'm the M-A-S, the T-E-R, a G with the double-E

I said I go by the unforgettable name

Of the man they call the Keith Murray

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 every could be

Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows

The beat start gettin' into your soul

You start snappin' your fingers and stompin' your feet

And movin' your body to the sure shot beat

And then, damn, you start doin' the freak

I mean, damn, right outta your seat

And then you throw your hands high in the air

You rockin' to the beat and shake your derriere

You're rockin' to the beat without a care

'Cause the sure shot MC foot the affair

[Verse 7]

Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang

But I rap to the beat just the same

I got a slim face and a pair of brown eyes

All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize

I said, a on and a on and on, on and on

The beat don't stop until the break of dawn

I said, a on and a on and on, on and on

Like a hot butter, pop-ta-pop-ta-pop

Hippie, hippie, pop-ta-pop-pop, you don't dare stop

Come alive, y'all, and give me what you got

[Verse 8]

I guess by now that you can take a hunch

And find that I am the baby of the bunch

But that's okay, I still keep it strive

'Cause all I'm made to do is wiggle your behind

And sing a on and a on and on, on and on

The beat don't stop until the break of dawn

I said, a on and a on and on, on and on

Rock, rock, y'all, and get on the floor

I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there

I'm gonna freak you outta this atmosphere

'Cause I'm one of a kind, I shocked your mind

Look what the Gee did, diggity your behind

[Verse 9]

I said a one, two, three, four

Come on, girls, a-get on the floor

Come alive, y'all, and give me what you got

'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock

I said a one, two, three, four

Tell me, Doctor Spock, what are you waitin' for?

[Verse 10]

I said a hip, hop, the hippie to the hippie, the hip, hip a hop

And you don't stop rockin' to the bang, bang boogie

Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogety beat

A-guess what, America? We love you

'Cause you rock and you roll with so much soul

You could rock till you a hundred and one years old

I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast

But Def Squad's like butter on your breakfast toast

A-rock it out

A baby bubba, a baby bubba to the boogety bang, bang, a-boogie

To the beat, beat, it's so unique

Come on, everybody, let's dance to the beat

[Verse 11]

Have you ever went over to a friend house to eat

And the food was just no good?

I said, the macaroni's sour, the peas all mushed

And the chicken tastes like wood

I said, you try to play it off, like you thinkin' you can

By sayin' that you're full

And then your friend says, "Mom, he's just bein' polite

He ain't finished," uh-uh, that's bull

So your heart start pumpin' and you think of a lie

And you say that you already ate

And then your friend says, "Man, there's plenty of food"

So he piles some more on your plate

And while the stinky food's steamy

Your mind start to dreamin' of the moment it's time to leave

And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin'

And there's something that looks like cheese

[Verse 12]

Then 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"

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"

[Verse 13]

A-with a hip, hop, the hippie to the hippie, the hip, hip a hop

And you don't stop a rockin' to the bang, bang boogie

Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogety beat

Written by: Bernard Edwards, Erick Sermon, Keith Murray, Nile Rodgers, Reggie Noble

Shazam Footer

Select language:

Company

Legal

Chrome Web Store

Galaxy Store

Follow Us

© Copyright 2025 Apple Inc. and its affiliates | Supplier Responsibility