Bugzy Malone - Done His Dance

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Yo, yo
Don't ask, don't ask who's behind the mask
'Cah you don't say man don't grass
They look like a Gucci design what I seen lurking in the grass
He didn't wanna look back 'cah you're hearing set man are mad
What you gonna do now man? Sat talking about straps
But I cannot tell the youngers not to rob olders, I'm not their dad
17 years old looking like something out the city of God
No mouth, holding the balaclava so there's minimal talking and dialogue
What can a squadron do, nobody gets caught in the fog
Watch the super-bike, watch the quad
'Cause man will have that, 12 o'clock
They said that mandem are moving mad
But that's life on the block
And when I say man are holding sticks
These days, just know it's not made out of wood
There's bear politics out here it's never been good in the hood

I hear that you're dark my nigga, I hear that you're dark
I hear there was 15, 20 man stood ballied up on the park
I hear the machete's on the lose this year so you better run fast
The way man jumped out of the bush looking like Spider-Man to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance

Set man will lose this year so it's dangerous out on these streets
Set man are emcees, now so there's true stories on the beats
Not everybody died in the war so we still got couple OGs
Not everybody's on the run yet so we got keys upon keys
The block got shut down so we're still not afraid of the police
The olders are gangsters so the youngers are still robbers and thieves
Man are still visiting man there's still man in H.M.P.
I feel like writing to the judge, "Let all my niggas out please"
I heard when my man fell off the bike wrapped around the tree
Couple of the mandem are dead now so we still hashtag R.I.P
I went on music my man it wouldn't move without the heat
But karma's a bitch that won't stop until the cycle is complete

I hear that you're dark my nigga, I hear that you're dark
I hear there was 15, 20 man stood ballied up on the park
I hear the machete's on the lose this year so you better run fast
The way man jumped out of the bush looking like Spider-Man to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his, hyea
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance
Ready to don his dance

Written by:
Aaron Davies, Omari Mosi Wooley

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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