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