Draped Up

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