Afu-ra Bk Dance Lyrics

Bk Dance Lyrics

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move and nobody get hurt



Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move and nobody get hurt



I'm not a bad boy or a rude boy blood spiller

Notice how I touch the microphone like gorillas

Dressed in all white, sparking up my tire

It's Brooklyn dance y'all that have me in a trance y'all



I slid my way, right up in a jam

Skated on the dance floor like I was Peter Pan

Put style's together, I inspired Dapper Dan

Plus I'm down with the Wu-Tang Clan



No bodyguards, I'm just a dred rolling dolo

Looking for an empress and not a ho, yo

I made my way to the bar, the DJ shouted me out

To kick that Shogun slogan



I ordered Hennessey mixed with Captain Morgan's

And made my way right to the booth, to bust a flow son



Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move and nobody get hurt



And all my big body medium and slim body Chaka queens

A hip hop nigga rocking in reggae scene

Arms out, skin out, synchronized as he rock to the beat

And can you stand the heat



And can you wind your waist without moving your feet

And if you don't like sweating, you should take a seat

Yeah, yeah, I mixed it out with my homey, Robbie Gandis

Pulling a cigar from Havana, like a don dada



While lil' ma's eyein' me up in the corner

I talk to bartender and order two corona's

I slid on over, the way she look made me sober

'Cuz I'm a smooth brother, yeah, I kept my composure

We danced all night to guess what the drama

It couldn't be a Brooklyn dance without no drama



Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move and nobody get hurt



Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move and nobody get hurt



One shot, two shot, rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat-tat

I grab the hand and we jetted out the spot

It was a beef between a Yankee boy and Jamerican

The whole crowd spreaded out in a hurry, shit



I held a taxi and hopped up in the backseat

He told the driver, 550 Jay Street

And by the way, I'm taking you with me

'Cuz I, I really really like the way you MC



Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, I didn't really know you like me

Now we both fixing on the party

Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo but you can parle with me

'Cuz that's the way I like things to be, aiyo



Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move, nobody get hurt, yeah

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move and nobody get hurt



Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Nobody move, nobody get hurt, yeah

Nobody move and nobody get hurt

Nobody move and nobody get hurt