BK Dance Songtext
von Afu‐Ra
BK Dance Songtext
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, 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, sparkin' up my kaya
This Brooklyn dance y′all that had me in a trance y'all
I slid my way right up in the jam
Skated on the dance floor like I was Peter Pan
Put styles together, I inspired Dapper Dan
Plus I'm down with the Wu-Tang Clan
No bodyguards, I′m just a dread rollin′ dolo
Lookin' 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 Hennessy 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, nobody get hurt
Big body, medium, and slim body, shock out queens
A hip-hop nigga rockin' in the reggae scene
All gal skin out, synchronized as you rock to the beat
Can you stand the heat?
Can you wind your waist without moving your feet?
And if you don′t like sweatin' you should take a seat
Yeah, yeah, I mixed it up with my homie, Bobby Konders
Rollin′ a cigar from Havana like a Don Dada
While little minds eyein' me up in the corner
I tapped the bartender and ordered two Coronas
I slid on over, the way she looked made me sober
Cause I'm a smooth brother, yeah I kept my composure
We danced all night ′til 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, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
One shot, two shots, rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat-tat
I grabbed her hand and we jetted out the spot
It was a beef between a Yankee boy and a Jamerican
The whole crowd spreaded out in a hurry shit
I hailed a taxi, we hopped up in the back seat
We told the driver, 550 Jay Street
And by the way I'm taking you with me
Cause uh, I really, really like the way you MC
Ayo, ayo, ayo, I didn′t really know you like me
I was just flexin' in the party
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
But you can parlay with me
Cause that′s the way I like things to be
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, 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, sparkin' up my kaya
This Brooklyn dance y′all that had me in a trance y'all
I slid my way right up in the jam
Skated on the dance floor like I was Peter Pan
Put styles together, I inspired Dapper Dan
Plus I'm down with the Wu-Tang Clan
No bodyguards, I′m just a dread rollin′ dolo
Lookin' 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 Hennessy 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, nobody get hurt
Big body, medium, and slim body, shock out queens
A hip-hop nigga rockin' in the reggae scene
All gal skin out, synchronized as you rock to the beat
Can you stand the heat?
Can you wind your waist without moving your feet?
And if you don′t like sweatin' you should take a seat
Yeah, yeah, I mixed it up with my homie, Bobby Konders
Rollin′ a cigar from Havana like a Don Dada
While little minds eyein' me up in the corner
I tapped the bartender and ordered two Coronas
I slid on over, the way she looked made me sober
Cause I'm a smooth brother, yeah I kept my composure
We danced all night ′til 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, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
One shot, two shots, rat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat-tat
I grabbed her hand and we jetted out the spot
It was a beef between a Yankee boy and a Jamerican
The whole crowd spreaded out in a hurry shit
I hailed a taxi, we hopped up in the back seat
We told the driver, 550 Jay Street
And by the way I'm taking you with me
Cause uh, I really, really like the way you MC
Ayo, ayo, ayo, I didn′t really know you like me
I was just flexin' in the party
Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
But you can parlay with me
Cause that′s the way I like things to be
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Writer(s): Aaron Phillip, Adrian Trejo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

