Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
DJ
Henry Franklin
Sampled Artist
P.A. Pasemaster Mase
Scratches
Phife Dawg
Vocals
Q-Tip
Vocals
Thunder and Lightning
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaal Fareed
Composer
Malik Izaak Taylor
Lyrics
Rashad Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rashad Smith
Producer
The Ummah
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Tony Smalios
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, move you body
Inside the party
'Bout to bring it to you kid
Like we never, ever did
My ****, Al G in it
My **** Shaheed in it
You got the girl Kristine in it
Got my man, Big G in it
Aye yo
[Verse 2]
Inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow
I'ma make you move, whether woman or fellow
Yo, I got the medals in the war field of respect
Like a ill porno, make your body get wet
Just a ghetto child, tryna live the straight and narrow
Hopin' that my shit'll 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 feelin's standin' on two feet
While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat
You know it's really killer, realer than you can imagine
Usin' every source of pain in my range to make it happen
[Verse 3]
If I make it happen, that means I'm makin' motion
And I'm doing my thing causin' a ill commotion
Everybody do the hop, make it smooth like lotion
I lay up in the piece on a incog-notion
You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat
You don't stop, now everybody hear you do the hop
You goin' up to cop Uptown for a brick, don't stop
You got to come back and do the hop
Yo, fuck the cops
You got to come back and do the hop
Move till your body won't stop
You got to do the hop
Nonstop motion
Nonstop, you got to come back and do the
[Verse 4]
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 my mine, you?
You're freeloading like Kato Kaelin
I'm representin' with my crew
Mess around, bite my rhymes
I beat that ass with my shoe
[Verse 5]
Come on, you know I'm crazy nice
Brothers can't deal with this shorty named Phife
You must be mad in the head
I bust his ass and leave 'em blood clot for dead
**** sound like Das EFX
If it ain't Das EFX, then they soundin' like meth
You might as well do Megadeath
Ya'll punk MC's better save your freakin' breath
[Verse 6]
You's a corny motherfucker
You must be high smokin' dust with Chris Tucker
Your **** asses don't want this?
I pull more peeps than the peeps I did premiere Pocahontas
At the premiere of Pocahontas
Word is bond, I am the baddest
And all you honeys out there
Word is bond, you know my status
So come and throw 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 if you ain't got no ends
Word is bond, it don't stop
Just ease your mind, come along and do the hop
[Verse 7]
You got to do the hop
You move to the beat
You don't stop, come on everybody do the hop
Even if you cop, you got to come back and do the hop
You move to the beat you don't stop
[Verse 8]
You're smokin' jum rocks
You got to just stop, do the hop
When 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
[Verse 9]
The shawty's in the place
All the shawty rocks do the hop
You got to come back and do the hop
We never gon' **** pop
You know we come back, we do the hop
This is how it is, we do the hop
You move to the beat
Yeah, come on everybody
Written by: Kamaal Fareed, M. Taylor, Rex Smith