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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Erick Sermon
Performer
Def Squad
Performer
Redman
Performer
Keith Murray
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nile Rodgers
Composer
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