Grand Groove — текст песни (Dres (the Black Sheep))

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<<