Sugarhill Gang - Sugarhill Groove letra de (lyrics)

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-il-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!

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