Lyrics Draped Up (H-Town mix) - Bun B feat. The H-Town All Stars

Big terrible Texas
It's where legends are born
I'm Lil' Keke the don
Original Screwed Up Click
It's a dedication to DJ Screw
Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve, feel it?
Draped up and dripped out
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Draped up and dripped out
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Draped up and dripped out
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Draped up and dripped out
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I'm draped up and dripped out
The truth has just slipped out
84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop
Got them boppers dripped out
'Cause my drop tip top
Purple Cup, Screw Us Up
That's what keep the streets hot
Don P, Bun B, please free Pimp C
Hydro, Super Flow
Know these boys feeling me
Come to Houston, Texas
And see swangaz and 'lacs
And don't forget to tell the people
That them legends are back, yeah
It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love
Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs
Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better
Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter
The roads for competitors
When they see the two letters
They'll never ever, ever, ever get on my level
Me and Bun together caked up with clout
Staying draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talking about?
And the city is back, just look at the map
Thought we wouldn't get in the game
I'm sticking my dick up in the game
And bustin' in that like a train
I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain
I'm grippin', I'm fixing to swang
My bumper doing the body rock
And my trunk is doing the crane
Now, who in the hell was able to tell
The world, it wasn't my bang
I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street
The city we started to train
The world is looking like Texas mayne
Just watch how they pick up the slang
Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank
And watch how they do the same, hold up mayne
What it do baby, It's Paul Wall
Players rise while haters fall
Got Fo's crawling in the 54
On the service road, I'm obeying the laws
I stay shining like headlights
And I stay crawling like head lice
Just like a boy but I play the dice
Them twos and threes ain't nuttin' nice
Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho
We're fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang
My partner Bun B bring the pain
Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain
In the hood is where I hang
On South Lee, that 5 9
He dippin' oil, he drippin' candy
From P A to H-Town, It goes down
Draped up and dripped out
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Draped up and dripped out
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Draped up and dripped out
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Draped up and dripped out
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I stay draped up, dripped out
Drop the top when I'm flipping out
Candy low on 84, they poking out
Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot
Pimping hoes in the parking lot
Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot
Pimping hoes in the parking lot
Diamonds shining in my grill
You can see 'em if its dark or not
When I'm out in the limelight
I make sure I shine bright
I'm in the drop with the glock cocked
You know I keep that iron tight
I'm getting brain from a tight dame
On North Maine in the turning lane
I'm young and rich talking alot of shit
I guess its because I'm having thangs
I'm still draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talking 'bout
Fighting over parking spots
Bustin' in the parking lot
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Now put your blocks up Now put your sets up
And fuck that nigga over there
'Cause I think he said something
Have to take 'em with a clip out with the click out
Don't give a shit 'bout till he gets out
Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out
I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla
You know how we do it
You ain't gotta spend no dollars
I'm puffin' dro, bangin' screw and riding fos
Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes
Stash spot with weight in it
Candy paint with blakes in it
Trunk got the bass in it
One liters with eights in it
Swisha sweet with haze in it
You know I'm blowed
Four row diamond chain
You know I'm pro
Johnny got me right, huh
80 karats, bright, huh
Hit the button, pop the trunk
Watch the neon light jump
I'ma keep folding bread
Till pimp hold his head
We miss you DJ Screw
Man I hate you dead
Down to ride red but I'ma ride blue
In the turning lane looking just like Screw
300 Crissy, don't think they doors
Everybody know Z-Ro's flow is ferocious
I keep a ride with the Daytons in the deck
Might be deep 22 drank in the whip
You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup
My Cadillac rolling on glass and wood
Would I knock a jacka down when his ass get up
Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut
Screw was here he said I would come up
Now the radio requesting my stuff
Gotta keep a smif n' wesson to buss
'Cause the better life keep me stressing enough
Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?
Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up
This is H-Town, Texas
Tell me how does it look?
Taking over the rap kitchen
And we ready to cook
You can hear us whipping the beakers
Coming out of the speakers
Stepping up some fresh hard
For you out of town peakers
We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward and Southside G's
Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin' 83's
It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name
We'll see you in February for the All Star Game
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