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A Tribe Called Quest - The Hop lyrics
(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, fuk 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 muthafuka You must be high smoking dust wit chris tucker You ------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 |
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