(Q-Tip)
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Yea, move your body, decide to party
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'Bout to bring it to you kid like we never ever did
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My nigga Al G in it, my nigga Shaheed in it
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We got the girl Kristine in it, got my man Big G in it
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Hey, yo, inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow
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I'ma make you move whether woman or fellow
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Yo, I got the medals in the warfield of respect
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Like an ill porno make ya body get wet
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Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow
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Hoping that my shit will pierce your dome like an arrow
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I'm sure it will, especially if it's God's will
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MC's be ready to die cuz I'ma kill
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All you negative feelings standing on two feet
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While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat
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You know what's realla killa, realer than you can imagine
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Using every source of pain in my range to make it happen
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If I make it happen, that means I'm making motion
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And I'm doing my thing causing an ill commotion
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Everybody do the hop, make it smooth like lotion
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I lay up in the piece on an incognotion
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You gotta do the hop you move to the beat, you don't stop
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Now everybody here, you do the hop
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You going up to cop, a town full of brick, don't stop
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You gotta come back and do the hop
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Yo, fuk the cop, you gotta come back and do the hop
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Move till your body won't stop
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You gotta do the hop, nonstop motion, nonstop
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You gotta come back and do the, do the
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(Phife)
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You see you, your career is done like Johnny Carson's
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Get me vexed, I do like Left Eye, I'll start an arson
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Now that I got that out my system
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Watch me stab up the track as if my name was OJ Simpson
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I packs it in like Van Halen
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I work for mine, you, you're freeloading like Kato Kaelin
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I'm representing wit my crew
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Mess around, bite my rhymes, I beat that ass wit my shoes
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C'mon, you know I'm crazy nice (nice, nice)
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Brothers can't deal wit this shorty named Phife
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You must be mad in the head
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I bust his ass and leave 'em bloodclot for dead
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Niggaz sound like Das EFX
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If it ain't Das EFX, then they sounding like Meth
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You might as well do Megadeth
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Yall, punk MC's better save your freaking breath
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You'se a corny muthafuka
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You must be high smoking dust wit Chris Tucker
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You fuck asses don't want this
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I pull more beeps than the beep at the premier of Pocohantas
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Word is born, I am the baddest
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And all you honies out there, word is born, you know my status
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So come and pull your panties down
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This ain't no Barnum and Bailey show, I don't get down wit the clowns
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So why don't you and your friends, get wit me and my friends
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But don't bring your ass buying you ain't got no ends
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Word is born, it don't stop(stop,stop,stop...)
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Just ease your mind, come along and do the hop
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(Q-Tip)
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You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, you don't stop
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Come on everybody, do the hop
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Even if you a cop, you gotta come back and do the hop
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You move to the beat, you don't stop
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You smoking jub rocks, you gotta just stop and do the hop
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Then you come back and do the hop
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You know we don't stop, we on the ghetto, rise on the top
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You know we come back and do the hop
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Shorties in the place, all the shorty rocks, do the hop
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You gotta come back and do the hop
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We never go on pop, you know we come back, we do the hop
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This is how it is, we do the hop
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The Hop
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| A Tribe Called Quest |
