Grand Groove

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[[