"Hop" lyrics

"Hop"

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh
See we, we, we 'bout, we 'bout to take it where
Where, where it all started
We gon' take 'em back
Busta Rhymes now, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, Flipmode now
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, my nigga Fingaz now
(Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh) Check it, yo
Ay-ay-ay

Uh! (Uh, uh, uh!) Busta Bus is back in this bitch and holdin' the rock
Puttin' the pep all in your step now we controllin' the rock (Yeah, yeah my nigga!)
See how we comin', be loadin' the docks
Floatin' and simply stockin' the goods that be makin' you flop (Ayo!)
See now we thicker and we be makin' it sicker
Stuck like a bumper sticker from how we be droppin' it quicker
For all these niggas that be ridin' and whippin' in their truck (Crash!)
And buy another one and do not be givin' a fuck (What!)
Flipmode (Yes!), yes you know we comin' to get it
Gather around all my niggas that be all ready to set it (Set it)
Fuck it, just break 'em off, let the women just shake it off
Got them bouncin' and takin' it off for me, check it
I've been double dutchin' and dosey-doin' on music way before
A lot of these niggas could figure the pattern all in my flow
Peep on how we comin' to rip it, you know we gon' wet ya
And rep for my niggas, I'm comin' to get ya
I said

Guess who's comin'?
With brand new fire to satisfy all the people in the street when it drop
(Let's go!)
Now!
Let me see all my people with me, yeah, see your hands howlin' me, know you up in the spot
(Ayo, yo, I'm sayin')
Every time we give you music we give you the kind of music that make you bang it loud on your block
(Come on, come on)
Yes, you know when I come I'm comin' to make you wild out in the place make you get up and wanna hop (Let's do it!)
Go 'head and hop, yo, yo
Go 'head and hop, ayo, yo
Go 'head and hop
We past makin' 'em bounce, go 'head and hop, c'mon, let's do it
Go 'head and hop, baby!

Now you know we comin' to kill you niggas for shizzle
Makin' these bitches wanna shake and we just makin' 'em wiggle
Capitalizin' off of music that we be keepin' comin'
Have you niggas really spazzin' and blackin' out in the stomach (Hey baby!)
There's no mistakin', you know we makin' you bounce
Takin' the unforsaken approach the way we kickin' out
Scrapin' these niggas and breakin' their pockets and chase 'em out
Suddenly call your bitches to see just how they're makin' out
Fuck it, we kick the bucket and continue to stake 'em out (Hah!)
In back of the crib is where we will be waitin' out
Puttin' some shit together make it so you could all attend
Welcomin' you and my nigga then breakin' pocket again
(Oh! Oh!)
Niggas flossin' and tossin' their drinks like they're all in the place
And leave a nigga the bug 'til they catch one all up in the face (Huh!)
Y'all know we'll spray y'all niggas, know we gon' wet ya
And rep for my niggas, we comin' to get ya
I said

Guess who's comin'?
With brand new fire to satisfy all the people in the street when it drop
(Let's go!)
Now!
Let me see all my people with me, yeah, see your hands howlin' me, know you up in the spot
(Ayo, yo, I'm sayin')
Every time we give you music we give you the kind of music that make you bang it loud on your block
(Come on, come on)
Yes, you know when I come I'm comin' to make you wild out in the place make you get up and wanna hop (Let's do it!)
Go 'head and hop, ayo, yo
Go 'head and hop, ayo, yo
Go 'head and hop
We past makin' 'em bounce, go 'head and hop, c'mon, let's do it
Go 'head and hop, baby!


Thanks to cold_blooded_killah for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): Trevor Smith, Taiwan Green, D Poellnitz
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