Dres - Damn Right lyrics
Erbally its dinner time..me and Mine dine exquisite...Ice like a blizzard.. rockin crocks and Lizards..me and Poof in the Ac..North Kack be where we're At..droppin Hits at the Ritz allway down to Sugar Shacks..matter fact We got it sewn..lock, stock, and barrel...bout to hit you soon - keep Your eye on the sparrow...Gotta bounce when you hear it ..turn it up a notch..cause man Fat Daddy bout to blow up your Spot..We Keep it hot like July ...you can't deny that we fly...see We play every day from L.A. to N.Y..and cross seas we got trees In the West Indes...Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord Mercy...With fourty thieves, I be chillin..keep the Champagne Spillin..theres no need for illin..representin all my children...as the World turns ..gravity pulls..we hold it down..It's Q..D...T...and Me...The best pound for pound Vs.2: IQ & T-Strait It's the incredible sound...that shakes the ground..city..states and Towns..holding it down..for our crown...headed legacy bound....so What's Your name.. T- Straite, who are you...It's I.Q. ...taking These crews out by twos making moves to confuse....who could Refuse the Flave the way we shape it like clay....without a loss..we Set it off without F. Gary Gray....For all my peeps in this Piece....From F.J.'s to Black Sheep...School Boy and Big Lord we Keep Attacking them beats....From the streets of Q.C....Internationally....collectin cheese...fillin seats to Capacity...you know the Type..we're first in flight ta keep if fly with a mic....F. J.'s that Hype to keep you tight all night..Damn Right Vs. 3: DRES Yo..I be ahead in the polls to rock enumerous souls...got This style more sweet than Dr. J's fingerolls..who it Be..me..slammin from the top of the key.. Black Pearl - I.Q. - T Straite - and Fat Daddy..Now watch us achieve and sieze the Moment with the greatest of ease..with expertise on the air...it be The Draft of coolbreeze...with cheddar cheesey vo-cals...gotcha Actin so-cial ..from North Kak to Cali..to New York City Lo-cales....bout ta..cut the gristle...who's sharper than a Whistle...who's Sound get's around like a pawn shop pistol...freely I flow...see me And Mine ...G. E....TP....AI....D ..you can't mess with the...cheeba Choppin money clocker droppin lyrics on the one....with my pants Kinda Saggin cause my pockets weigh a ton...cheat on my wife With a mic...so complex our romance...that I be known to get a Dance out Of a B-Boy stance