Artist | Hobbyist | Digital Art
I said a hip hop, Hippie to the hippie, The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it. To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie. To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.
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. 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 rhythm that'll make your body rock. Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along. And, the next on the mic is my man Hank,
c'mon, Hank, sing that song!
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-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 you why. You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm tons of fun when 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 sunroofed Cadillac. So after school I take a dip in the pool, Which is really on the wall. I got a color TV, so I can seeThe Knicks play basketball. Hear me talk about checkbooks, credit cards, mo' money han 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 Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?) 'cause I'm a get a fly girl, gonna get some spank n' drive off in a def OJ. Everybody go Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn, Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend. Master Gee! My mellow! It's on to you, so whatcha gonna do?