Uploaded December 2011 | Updated September 2026, 4 days ago

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Featuring Wonder Mike, Kory-O, Master Gee, and Big Bank Hank from 1994. One of the last records to feature all three original members.

I haven't heard the original but if its anything like the other 4SM mixes I've heard, it's practically identical.

Lyrics:
Verse 1 (Wonder Mike):
Come get a dab of some more delight
Coming from the hype as a hype mic wonder, the Wonder Mike
The party rocker, smooth hip-hopper
Whole house shaker, big fly money maker
In the house, yeah you know the sound
Of the original, lyrical, biggest on the mic around
Sugarhill, back in full effect
Hitting the spot, mic checking ??
Yo, we took hits and started stacking 'em
We're the first emcees to go platinum
The mad props to the crew first on the scene
I set it off and went and got the cream
The name's the same, the fame, the aim, the claim
The tracks are fat and it's all that
We're gonna take a script and start flipping it
Stand back if the boys starts ripping it

Chorus (x2):
Boys From Da Hill (x2)
With the Pow-Pow boogie
Never ran, never will

Verse 2 (Kory-O):
Ah, hold up, pack up it's time to flow
Make way for the new kid Kory-O
I'm representing the boys from off the hill
Give a pound cos I'm down, I got mad skills
K cos I kick it, O cos it's on and on
R cos I'm rich when I grips the microphone
Y for the yes to yes, yes yes y'all
With the break I'll break, won't fake or stall
Won't take no mistakes, won't stop or stutter
I take a peek in the rhyme and make it sound butter
So take a double dip of this here flavour
And just chill cos, it's all good player
Sugarhill is back and we're packed like a fat rat
It's a fact our crowds are packed
Into the places we tick and tock
And a hip hop and you don't stop

Chorus (x2)

Verse 3 (Master Gee):
Well, at the helm you see, no other brother than me
The cold brother, love makin, mighty Master Gee
Since 17, when you boys were in school
Playin the role, trying to be cool
Well, I was on my way to hip-hop fame
Girls kiss my picture, scream my name
I tore up shop and you know they rocked
To my hip-hop-hippi you don't stop
Platinum and Gold line my walls
And from coast to coast the girls filled the halls
And while they checked me out, they lose control
Because my voice gets deep down in their souls
They try to tear my clothes with just one touch
Can you say a fly girl loves you that much?
Take your so called hits, yo and check the score
You'll find that my first record sold more than all yours

Chorus (x2)

Verse 4 (Big Bank Hank):
Yes, yes y'all, you don't quit
Big Bank is back to get funky with it
Check the first to verse the voice to find the style
Counting you down, give back the crown
Time to take the trash out, get your cash out
When I blow up, don't pass out
I was a womanizer way back, can't you tell?
Ladies loved me before they loved L.L.
Taking you back to when a mack was a mack
I was good with the ladies, now I want my title back

Kory-O:
Yo, don't punk just chill
Cos you're rocking with the boys from off the hill

Big Bank Hank:
We're coming off hard with a real funky rhyme
Wrecking you all for the very last time

Wonder Mike:
We're Sugarhill, putting you ducks in check
And at the same time snatching up all respect

Master Gee:
And for you suckers, our rhymes distract to the hip
Leaving your bodies hanging for the tales of the crypt

Wonder Mike:
So you can button your lip if you have to
We're Sugarhill

All:
Yeah, right back at you

Chorus (x2)

Ain't no thang, we're down with Kool and The Gang (x4)

Chorus (x2)