The Hop

(Q-Tip)

Yea, move your body, decide to party

'Bout to bring it to you kid like we never ever did

My nigga Al G in it, my nigga Shaheed in it

We got the girl Kristine in it, got my man Big G in it Hey, yo, inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow

I'ma make you move whether woman or fellow

Yo, I got the medals in the warfield of respect

Like an ill porno make ya body get wet

Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow

Hoping that my shit will pierce your dome like an arrow

I'm sure it will, especially if it's God's will

MC's you ready to die cuz I'ma kill

All you negative feelings standing on two feet

While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat

You know what's really killer, realer than you can imagine

Using every source of pain in my range to make it happen

If I make it happen, that means I'm making motion

And I'm doing my thing causing an ill commotion

Everybody do the hop, niggaz soothe like lotion

I lay up in the piece or an incognotion

You gotta do the hop then move to the beat, you don't stop

Now everybody here, you do the hop

You going up to cop, a town full of brick, don't stop

You gotta come back and do the hop

Yo, fuck the cop, you gotta come back and do the hop

Move till your body won't stop

You gotta do the hop, nonstop motion, nonstop

You gotta come back and do the, do the (Phife)

You see you, your career is done like Johnny Carson's

Get me vexed, I do like Left Eye, I'll start an arson

Now that I got that out my system

Watch me stab up the track as if my name was OJ Simpson

I packs it in like Van Halen

I work for mine, you, you're freeloading like Kato Kaelin

I'm representing wit my crew

Mess around, bite my rhymes, I beat that ass wit my shoes

C'mon, you know I'm crazy nice (nice, nice)

Brothers can't deal wit this shorty named Phife

You must be mad in the head

I bust his ass and leave 'em bloodclot for dead

Niggaz sound like Das EFX

If it ain't Das EFX, then they sounding like Meth

You might as well do Megadeth

Yo, punk MC's better save your freaking breath

You'se a corny muthafucka

You must be high smoking dust wit Chris Tucker

You f-----asses don't want this

I pull more beeps than the beep at the premier of Pocohantas

Word is born, I am the baddest

And all you honies out there, word is born, you know my status

So come and pull your panties down

This ain't no Barnum and Bailey show, I don't get down wit the clowns

So why don't you and your friends, get wit me and my friends

But don't bring your ass buying you ain't got no ends

Word is born, it don't stop(stop,stop,stop...)

Just ease your mind, come along and do the hop (Q-Tip)

You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, you don't stop

Come on everybody, do the hop

Even if you a cop, you gotta come back and do the hop

You move to the beat, you don't stop

You smoking jub rocks, you gotta just stop and do the hop

Then you come back and do the hop

You know we don't stop, we on the ghetto, rise on the top

You know we come back and do the hop

Shorties in the place, all the shorty rocks, do the hop

You gotta come back and do the hop

We never go on pop, you know we come back, we do the hop

This is how it is, we do the hop

You move to the beat, then come on everybody, don't st....