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    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

    A-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 be ready to die 'cause I'ma kill
    All your 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

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    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

    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 'I'm blood clot 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 honeys 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

    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 jump 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

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    Composición: Kamaal Fareed, Malik Taylor y R. Smith

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