Tekst piosenki 'Damn Right' wykonawcy Drês

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 la to NY and cross seas we got trees
In the
West indes lord, lord, lord, lord, lord, lord, lord
Mercy with forty thieves, I be chillin keep the champagne
Spillin there's no need for illin representin all my children as the
World turns gravity pulls we hold it down it's qdt and
Methe best pound for pound

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 IQ 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 fj's to black sheep school boy and big lord we
Keep
Attacking them beats from the streets of
Qc internationally collectin cheese fillin seats to
Capacity you know the
Type we're first in flight ta keep if fly with a mic fj's that

Hype to keep you tight all night, damn right

Yoi 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

- And fat daddy now watch us achieve and seize 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 get paid 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