The Hop

[Intro: Q-Tip] Yeah, move your body, inside the party We '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 [Verse 1: Q-Tip] A-yo, inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow I'mma 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 cause I'mma kill All you negative feelings standing on two feet While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat You know it's realer 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, make it smooth like lotion I lay up in the piece on a incognotion [Hook: Q-Tip] You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, you don't stop Now everybody here, you do the hop You going up to cop, Uptown for a brick, don't stop You gotta come back and do the hop Yo, fuck the cops, you gotta come back and do the hop Move till your body won't stop You gotta do the hop, non-stop motion, non-stop You gotta come back and do the, do the [Verse 2: Phife] You see you, your career is done like Johnny Carson's Get me vexed, I do like Left Eye, 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 with my crew Mess around, bite my rhymes, I'll beat that ass with my shoe C'mon, you know I'm crazy nice Brothers can't deal with the shorty named Phife You must be mad in the head I bust his ass and leave 'im bloodclot for dead Niggas sound like Das EFX If it ain't Das EFX then they sounding like Meth You might as well do Megadeth Y'all punk MCs better save your freaking breath You's a corny motherfucker You must be high smoking dust with Chris Tucker Y'all faggot asses don't want this I pull more peeps than the peeps at the premier of Pocohantas Word is bond I am the baddest And all you honies out there, word is bond, you know my status So come and pull your panties down This ain't the Barnum Bailey show, I don't get down with the clowns So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends But don't bring your ass by and you ain't got no ends Word is bond it don't stop Just ease your mind, come along and do the hop [Hook: 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 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 prize 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...