Bk Dance Lyrics - Afu-ra

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 

'cause 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 spread 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 

'cause 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 

'cause 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