Draped Up Lyrics

[Intro: Lil' Keke]
(feat. Lil' Keke)
Big terrible Texas

It's where legends are born
[Intro - Lil' Keke]
I'm Lil' Keke The Don
Big terrible Texas, where legends are born
Original Screwed Up Click
Lil Keke the don, original Screwed Up Click
It's a dedication to DJ Screw
This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mellow, Big Steve
Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve
Bun...
Feel it?

[Chorus - Lil' Keke]
[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about

[Bun B]
[Lil' Keke]
Well it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr. Woodgrain
I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out
With diamonds up against them balling through your hood mayn
84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop
And I'm smoking on some good mayn, the color purple
Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top
Not the movie, but the kind that have you going in a circle
Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot
Chrome, looking more classy than the Transco Tower
Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C
Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower
Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me
Like 'Face I got the money, the power and the finesse
Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs
To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand round my neck
And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah
I'm looking real shiny; you can see me from a mile away

Thought you was doing it, until I came and took your smile away
[Slim Thug]
Pull up on your side in the turning lane
It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love
Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce, and I'm Cadillac turning mayn
Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right)
Little swang to the left, big swang to the right
Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better
My plates scraping and I'm sliding the pipe, it's super tight
Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter
So don't try to knock us baby, don't try to hate
The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters
That's how we do it in that Lone star state; get it straight (we be...)
They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right)

Me and Bun together caked up with clout
[Chorus] - Repeat 2X
Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about?

[Bun B]
[Chamillionaire]
Now if you never been to Texas, there's a picture to paint
The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game
Cause we doing it real big, in case you thinking we ain't
I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train
It's lots of money on these streets, being spent and being made
I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang
All it take is one look to see these boys getting paid
My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane
They living laid in big houses, with pools in the backyard
Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang
Certified gangsters so you never see us act fraud
I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train
With iced out watches, bracelets, chains
The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang
Pieces, teeth, mayn we throwed in the game
Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne
We got screens in that headrest, visors in the ceiling

On chrome 83's and fours and Vogue peeling
[Paul Wall]
With bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk
What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall
Push a button, and my car is waiving bye to you punkBun B - Draped Up - http://motolyrics.com/bun-b/draped-up-lyrics.html
Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws
We from the land of sippin' on syrup and (banging the Screw)
I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice
We slab swangin' comin down and through, I thought you knew
Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice
Back in the days, all they ever did was doubt us
Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang
Now the South is in the house, and they can't do nothing about us (we be...)
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
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He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down

[Bun B]
[Chorus]
One time for my trill niggaz reppin the block

The real soldiers on the frontline is keeping it cocked
[Mike Jones]
They hold it down for they hood, throw it up, let 'em see it
I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out
So they can know how you G it, if they hating, so be it
Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out
We ain't playing where I'm staying cause it's way too real
Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot
No matter the situation, we gotta keep it trill
Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not
Got the steel on my side when I ride cause I'm ready
When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright
I got 20/10 vision and my trigger finger steady
I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight
I'm an Underground King homeboy, and not a simp
I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane
And I gots to represent 'til they decide to free the Pimp
I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs
I'm down for my click, just like I'm down for my block

And I'm a stand up for my partner 'til they let him off of lock
[Aztek]
So go on, body rock, Southside or lean back
I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Two-step with your boy if you about your greenbacks
Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot
This here is a Texas toast so raise your glass
(Next two lines in Spanish)
Because the whole dirty South fittin' to show they naked ass (we be...)
Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up

Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something
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Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout

Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out

[Lil' Flip]
I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla
You know how we do it, you don'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 liter 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

[Z-Ro]
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

[Bun B]
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

[Chorus] - repeat 2X