DRES - Grand Groove lyrics

rate me

Yo, it's the urban driving the Suburban

Getting every word in as I'm swerving

I've got you feeling nice as urban bourbon

Demonstrating, it's the titillating poet illustrating

My bad, I know I had you waiting, shit I had to straighten

Who you? I be D-R. From where? Out of Queens

Attributes? Been smacking niggas right the fuck out their jeans

Born with a price on my head, plus a warrant from the feds

Had to get the fuck up, the hospital needed the bed

No slides and swings, I saw the rides and rings

Cross my heart and hope to die, I'm gonna get the finer things

Cause I'm living just to strive without any feeling

As I wait here for my Maker with a nine and mo'

Ask someone about the time while I be puffing on a dime

Thinking who will lead the blind, man, I just don't know

Who will be at the top, it's like the bottom done dropped

Grand Groove, Grand Groove