Dres Damn Right Lyrics

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
cant 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