The Hop – Song and Lyrics by A Tribe Called Quest


Discover the poetic beauty in ‘The Hop’ by A Tribe Called Quest. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Tribe Called Quest or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

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’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

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, f*ck 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 ‘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

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