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, know what I'm talking about

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 (H-Town love)

Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (that's right)

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 (that's right)

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 evading 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 five-nine

He dippin' oil, he drippin' candy

From P-A to H-Town, It goes down

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about (yeah)

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about (Ice Age, Mike Jones)

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about

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 it's 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 a lot of shit

I guess it's 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

Tu sabes, vatos raised off tacos, parse

Te mato sin ningun contrato vamos

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 'til he gets out

Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out (aye)

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 'til 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

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about

Draped Up

Bun B

Текст песни Draped Up - Bun B