I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
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To the hip hip hop-a, you don't stop
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Rock it out, baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang
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The boogie, to the boogie, the beat
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Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
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And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
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You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
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To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
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The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
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Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
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Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
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Let's rock, you don't stop
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Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
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Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
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And the next on the mic is my man Hank
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C'mon, Hank, sing that song
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Check it out
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Well, I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
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The women fight for my delight
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But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
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That shock the house for the young ladies
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And when you come inside, into the front
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You do the Freak, Spank, and do the Bump
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And when the sucker MC's try to prove a point
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We're treacherous trio with a serious joint
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From sun to sun and from day to day
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I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
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Because they say that miracles never cease
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I've created a devastating masterpiece
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I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist
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Everybody, I say it goes like this
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Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon
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Reporter stopped me for an interview
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She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
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That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable
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This young reporter I did adore
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So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
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She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you
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The Casanova legend must have been true"
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I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
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Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
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"And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can
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Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman"
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I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose
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Flyin' through the air in pantyhose
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He may be very sexy, or even cute
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But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit"
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I said, "You need a man who has got finesse
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And his whole name across his chest
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He may be able to fly all through the night
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But can he rock a party 'til the early light?
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He can't satisfy you with his little worm
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But I can bust you out with my super sperm"
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I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it
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And I'm here and I'm there, I'm Big Bad Hank, I'm everywhere
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Just throw your hands up in the air
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And party harder like you just don't care
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Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick tock, y'all, you don't stop
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A-go hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
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Yes, I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
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Drive off in a def OJ
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Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"
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You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
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I say skip, dive, what can I say?
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I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
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So I just take half and bust 'em out
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I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
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I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
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I said I go by the unforgettable name
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Of the man they call the Master Gee
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Well, my name is known all over the world
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By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
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I'm goin' down in history
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As the baddest rapper there ever could be
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Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows
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The beat starts gettin' into your toes
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You start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feet
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And you're movin' your body while you're sitting in your seat
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And then damn, ya start doin' the freak
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I said, bam, right outta your seat
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Then you throw your hands high in the air
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Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere
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Ya rockin' to the beat without a care
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With the sureshot MCs for the affair
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Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
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But I rap to the beat just the same
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I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
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All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize
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Singin' on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
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The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
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Singin' on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
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Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
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Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
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Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
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I guess by now you can take a hunch
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And find that I am the baby of the bunch
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But that's okay, I still keep in stride
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'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
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Singin' on-and-and-on-and-on-and-on
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The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
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Singin' on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
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Rock, rock, y'all, throw it on the floor
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I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there
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I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere
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'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind
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I'll put the ji-ji-jiggles in your behind, a-said
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One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
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A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got
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'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
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I said one, two, three, four
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Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
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Said-a hip hop, the hippie, to the hippie
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The hip hip hop and you don't stop rockin'
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To the bang-bang, the boogie, say up jump the boogie
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To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
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A skiddleebebop, we rock, a scooby doo
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And guess what, America? We love you
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'Cause you rocked and a rolled with so much soul
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You could rock 'til a hundred and one years old
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I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
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But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
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Rock it out, a-Baby Bubba
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Baby Bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang, the boogie
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To the beat, beat, it's so unique
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Come on everybody and dance to the beat
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Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat
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And the food just ain't no good?
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I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas all mushed
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And the chicken tastes like wood
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So you try to play it off like you think you can
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By saying that you're full
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And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
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He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull"
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So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie
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And you say that you already ate
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And your friend says "Man, there's plenty of food"
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So he piles some more on your plate
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While the stinky food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin'
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Of the moment that it's time to leave
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And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin'
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Into something that looks like cheese
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Oh, so you say, "That's it, I gotta leave this place
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I don't care what these people think
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I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
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With this ugly food that stinks"
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So you bust out the door while it's still closed
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Still sick from the food you ate
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And then you run to the store for quick relief
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From a bottle of Kaopectate
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And then you call your friend two weeks later
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To see how he has been
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And he says, "I understand about the food
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Baby Bubba, but we're still friends"
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With a hip hop, the hippie, to the hippie
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The hip hip hop and you don't stop the rockin'
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To the bang-bang, boogie, say up jump the boogie
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To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
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