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A Tribe Called Quest The Hop

hop You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, you don't stop Come on everybody, do the hop Even if you a cop, you gotta come back and do the hop You

a new rep Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhyme Yeah y'all in '92, I'm packin' my roach spray, anyway Ding-A-Ling, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders

fabric but if you have it Might make you a household name and let you gain A million fans, coliseums all out sold out And when they call out your name

" Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a we don't stop Yes, yes y'all, a

by electin' Eric B for president Zulu Nation for protection Tribe Called Quest, KRS-One, Secret Hip Hop Intelligence Diamond D and the whole DITC, Ultramagnetic MC's Gang Starr doin? a

I had my walkman in my pocket, used to hop on the bus I used to rock it, used to knock until the mixtape popped Tribe Called Quest and Black Sheep was

mic and it's over A Tribe Called Quest we on the run for whatever Trials and tribulations that we have to endeavor Brothers know my steelo it's a letter

Verse [Q-Tip] In this American metropolis filled with MC's A Tribe Called Quest came to drop jewels wit' ease Plus make you party, we do this music

by vegetarians No cats and dogs, I'm not a veterinarian Strictly collard greens and a occasional steak Goes on my plate Asparagus tips look yummy, yummy, yummy Candied yams inside my tummy A