The Jazzy Three - The Rappin Spree Lyrics & Traduction

I'm the Sonny B down to the beat
I'm the fly boy rapper The Galaxy
And I'm the Easy Al, yes the king of style
Super secret weapon of the disco town
Well I'm the busy Busy Bee, lover dream machine

When I rock on the mic you wanna know what I mean
We're here today, known to be
The non-stoppin', earthquakin' Jazzy Three
C'mon, clap your hands to the beat everybody
And everybody gotta clap your hands one time!
Just clap your hands to the beat everybody
Everybody gotta clap your hands ya see
You clap your hands and you stomp your feet
Cause you're listenin' to the sound of the Jazzy Three
It goes one-two-three if you rock with me
The Busy Bee, Easy Al, the kid Sonny B
C'mon young girls, c'mon females
C'mon fly girls, let's hit the top
Cause we're guaranteed to qualify to make you rock
We're the Jazzy Three with a lot of delight
We're gonna rap on the mic so you can try to bite

But if a sucker like you just try to bite
We're gonna send you right back to the rapper's delight
We're the three emcees and no, not five
We're only here to make your temperature rise
With the body heat, we're superstars
No emcee ever got this far
And with a great big plane that's built for three
Not five, not four, but the three emcees
Just stay on your feet (and keep the beat)
Just stay on your feet (and keep the beat)
Just stay on your feet (and keep the beat)
Ya don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Huh! The body rock!
We got top-secret rhymes for the C.I.A
So no other emcee can take 'em away
Put your body in motion and your feet in step
Cause when we finish with you, you'll be a nervous wreck

When you say to yourself that you can't control and
You find yourself talkin' no the microphone
(Don't [?]), just start to rhyme
Cause when we rock the mic we rock on time
Yes yes y'all, beat-beat y'all
You don't stop, keep on
Cause I'm Sonny B down to the beat
I'm the fly boy rapper of the galaxy
I say who I am and what I do
Is rock a funky style for you and you
Cause I can rock so well and it's understood
That I'm the [?] lover of the neighborhood
The shaker-baker, the money-maker
The kid with style, the undertaker
Yes, one emcee with nothing to hide
Cause I'm the master of the mix and on the east side

The undercover lover, the golden mic
When I rhyme on the mic I go fast delight
Cause I'm the power of the hour, the kid with the holler
I rhyme too sweet to ever go sour
The freakin' Al Capone of the microphone
And the other emcees won't hold their own
Cause I'm the heartbreakin, love-makin' fantasy
Just rock a sure shot for the young ladies
The slick-gold terror, the microphone rhymer
Dedicated emcee and I won't repeat
Cause I'm Sonny B, I hold the fame
Throughout the world they know my name
But I huff and puff, I scream and cough
Busy Bee takes on where I left off

Well I'm the B-U-S-Y the B-E-E
The F-O-N the Z-I-E

Cause I can rock the mic for the young ladies
Young ladies, rock the house ya say
Cause no other emcee by [?]
I'm Busy Bee (Huh!), Busy Bee in [?]
I got my PhD, a master degree
The best emcee in history
I go town to town then state to state
The other emcees can't communicate
With the birds and the bees
Then the flowers and the trees
Young fly girls they wanna go with me
I got a Coupe Seville, a Rolls Royce
I'm the [?] magician with the golden voice
Young ladies, fly girls, got on your knees
I'ma tell you a sweet story about little 'ol me
I'm 4 foot 7 with a mastermind
And all my lifetime I never bit one rhyme
I say a one-two-three-four-five

C'mon Easy Al and make 'em all come alive

I'm easy! (Easy!)
Easy! (Easy!)
Quick, fast super-quick easy! (Easy!)
I'm Easy Al, yes the king of style
The super secret weapon of the disco town
Everybody knows me as a great emcee
Cause one of a kind I will always be
For the girls and the guys and the young ladies
That wanna take a drive on home with me
I got rhymes that are long and rhymes that are good
And rhymes that I say in my neighborhood
But this rhyme that I say is only to please
The dedicated sure-shot Jazzy Three
It's not Batman in the Batmobile
It's the Easy Al in the Coupe Seville

It's not the little boy wonder at the people's choice
It's the Busy Bee [?] in the Rolls Royce
It's not Batgirl (Why?) She's the wackest
My man Sonny B inside a Cadillac
So get down, (Get down!) (Get down!) (Get down!)
Get down! Huh! Stop messin' around!
Cause we're the Jazzy (Jazzy-ja-jazzy-jazzy)
Jazzy-Jazzy Three, you see!
We're known to be dedicated in style
(Finesse!) (And harmony!)
So come on!

You go on and on and on-on and on
Like Zodiac signs of the Capricorn
Sagittarius (Rock the house and)
Aries (Shock-rock the house y'all)
To all the Cancers (Rock the house and)

Brothers Crew (Shock-rock the house y'all)
Yeah Cypress Crew (Rock the house and)
Family Crew (Shock-rock the house y'all)
We're Family Crew and we rock the best
We can rock side east and we rock side west
And we're Cypress Crew and we're number one
Cause first we start a [?] then we have some fun
And we're the B-R-O-T-H-E-R
We're the Brothers Crew and we are the stars
Check it out, you don't stop
C'mon, c'mon Fonzie, let's hit the top

I said hip-hip-hop you don't quit
Come one, c'mon Sonny B with that sure shit

I said ya dip-dip-dive and ya socialize
Clean the skin out your ears and relax your eyes
Pay at the doors as a donation

Hear the best sounds in creation
Say take it the top to my station
I make you wanna jump your destination
Without no hesitation
When you rock the beat to the destiny
Easy Al, my mellow
My mellow, what you got for me?

We're the J-A double Z Y-T-H-R-E-E-E-E-E
And we're known to be the Jazzy Three
In two-part harmony, say check it out
We're having fun, we're having fun
We're having-having-having fun with the Fonzie going on long
Come on, come on, sing along the song

Say before I go and before I quit
I'm gonna give you some of this Busy Bee mix

I said you close your eyes and then ya open your ears
And let me tell you something that happened to me
It happened way back in '61
I say just about when my life begun
I picked up a mic I made a sound
The emcees came from miles around
So my papa right put me up on his knees
He said Al B, say the greatest emcee
And after that he stood me on my feet
He put me to the name of the Sunday beat
He said I possess the most finesse
From coast to coast I own the most
And now here I am with the voice of thunder
That's why they call me Boy Wonder
But I huff and puff, I scream and cough
Busy Bee takes on where I left off

Yes I started to rap
And then I kissed and hugged
And all of a sudden I began to rub
And then before I know I was across the floor
I tried a little harder cause I knew I wanna gonna score
Well I lit up a cigarette, coolin' out
I watch her take it off without a doubt
And then I go downstairs and open my eyes
I dreamin' in bed to my surprise
So I get up from the bed, yes mad as can be
I take a shower and a cup of coffee
I go down the block, yes who did I see
The Jazzy Three in harmony
Now I'm known as the best
Cause I'ma rock the house from north to west
Like this y'all, you don't stop
Keep on to the break of dawn
I said two-four-six-eight
My mellow, Easy Al don't hesitate

I saw this girl and she's lookin' so sweet
From the top of her head down to her feet
I told the girl could I give her the time
She said is it your place or is it mine?
I wanna play it fly all the way
So I asked her the number to an OJ
She looked at me shocked she said why bother?
Here's two nickels to call godfather
Call 5-8-5-1-3-5-8
And don't hesitate to get the number straight
And the color and the style of the Ninety-Eight
Cause I like Ninety-Eights, they ride so great
They come in two-tone colors and one tone too
I take one every day after school
I like the way they ride and the way they sway
But I said to her take an OJ
It's less expensive but a lot of class
I know those cars are made to last
But she looked at me and she started to say
[?] I too and called right away
And make sure it's a big shiny blue OJ
And let's go right on the way now
Before I go with this foxy girl
I want you to know a fact
That my man Sonny B is gonna rock on the mic
C'mon Sonny start to rap!

See! And I was coming home late from a disco party
With all the females was mighty hearty
I was a train-hopper, a [?] popper
I never had a cent to put in the 'stile
Then one day I didn't see the cop
He grabbed me by the throat, he gave me such a stop
And I was facing that train when I felt the pain
(Handcuffs!) Huh, say around my hands
Say after that he took me down to detention
I looked at his face he had no hesitation
My trial was set for July the fourth
I was to appear at Supreme Court
Soon the date just came around
The big fat judge just sat me down
He said pay the fine or do the time
So I made up my mind to pay the fine
The fine came up to only a dollar
But I felt like a dog leash on the collar
Yes yes y'all, you don't stop
Females, won't you hit the top?
Busy Bee, would you be a bell?
My mellow, when you bust it out!

Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all
Don't stop
Keep on
I said there was an old mouse who slept on the hill
She [?] like Buffalo Bill
Then one day she went for a ride
With the echo chamber by her side
She rolled up to the [?]
And then she knocked-knocked-knocked until [?]
Said miss mouse, [?] honey
And asked her will, you marry me
And miss mousey said, I can't do that
You have to ask, my brother rat
I said my brother rat, has gone to town
[?] me one of those [?]
Yes after that, we had ten mice
They were caught in the corner shooting dice
With Easy Al, rock the house
And Sonny B, rock the house
Now, young ladies, rock on
One time, blown your mind now
I said two-four-six-eight
My mellow, don't hesitate

You see I dreamed of a castle on top of a hill
A castle made of glass that sits so still
I went inside and what did I see?
A big magic mirror looking at me
I said "Mirror-mirror-mirror-mirror on the wall"
"Who's the best emcee crew of all?"
"A mirror-mirror, can you see?"
"Talk to us, who's the best emcee?"
The mirror smiled and said with a very deep voice
What you're really lookin' for is the people's choice
It's not the Peter Pumpkin Eater or the Little Jack Horn
It's the Jazzy Three kids and they're gettin' right on it
It's very well known and understood
That they're the best emcees since childhood
Every one of us got those rhymes galore
That you never ever dared to hear before
But you dared to say them [?]
To put the other emcees right on check
So they can write their own or just go home
Sit down, turn old and be all alone
Now we got a thing for the people to hear
That we sound so good to both of your ear

New York, it's the place to be
Yes, New York it's just right for me
New York, it's just my kind of town
New York, Huh, just getting down!
Yes yes y'all
You don't stop
Keep on to the break of dawn
I said hip hop, shibby-the hop, the hop, the hop, shoo-rap, the hibby-dibby shoo-wop
The bang-bang-bang and the ding a dong
Easy Al, my mellow, won't you sing along?

It go hippy-dibby-hip-hip-hop-hip-hip
Hip-hip-the hop, [?] hop-ho-hop
Hippy-the-hop, hippy-dip-be-bop-da-hop
Hip-hop-the-hop and you don't stop
Yes y'all, you don't quit
Cause the music's gonna be the shit
I say once upon a time I was in my house
Just rockin' to the beat and chillin' on out
I look out the window and lo and behold
It was a big tornado comin' down the road
I did a little hop, I did a little jig
Grabbed my dog and soon I hid
I done dip, dive, to my surprise
Saved my house...