Draped Up (H-Town Mix) [feat. Z-Ro, Aztek & Lil' Flip]

Big terrible Texas is where legends are born

I'm Lil Keke, the don, original Screwed Up Click

It's a dedication to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mellow, Big Steve, feel it

Draped, draped up and dripped out, know talkin', talkin' 'bout

Draped up and dripped out, know talkin', talkin'

Draped, draped up and dripped out, know talkin', talkin' 'bout

Draped up and dripped out, know talkin', talkin'

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 cups, 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 talkin' 'bout

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 hittin' 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 mane

Just watch how they pick up the slang (Slang)

Just show 'em your grill

And pick up some drank, and watch how they do the same

Hold up, mane

What it do baby, it's Paul Wall

Players rise, while haters fall

Got foes crawling in the 54

On the service road, I'm evading the law

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 have 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's dippin' oil, he drippin' candy

From PA to H-Town, it goes down

Draped up and dripped out, know how I'm, how I'm 'bout

Draped up and dripped out, know how I'm, how I'm draped

Draped up and dripped out, know how I'm, how I'm 'bout

Draped up and dripped out, know how I'm, how I'm draped

Yeah, Ice Age, Mike Jones

I stay draped up, dripped out, drop the top when I'm flipping out

Candy low on 84 (How you know they fo's) 'cause 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 in the dark at night

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 Main in the turning lane

I'm young and rich, talking a lot of shit

I guess it's because I'm having things

I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Fightin' over parking spots, bustin' in the parking lot

Tu sabes, vatos, ves no fakos, parse

Te mato sin ningun contrato vamos

Now put your blocks up, now put your sets up

Fuck that **** over there 'cause I think he said somethin'

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

Hey, 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 fo's

Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes

Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with flakes in it

Trunk got the bass in it, one liters with eights in it

Swisher Sweets with haze in it, you know I'm blowed

Four row diamond chain, you know I'm throwed

Johnny got me right, huh, eighty carats 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 Robert Davis in the deck

Might be deep 22 drank in the whip

You can keep the sherm but you can pass the cup

'Cause my Cadillac rolling on glass and wood

If I knock a jacka down, would his ass get up

Hell naw, this is playa from the chest to the nut

When Screw was living, he said he bet I'd come up

Now the radio station requesting my stuff

Gotta keep a Smith & Wesson in buss

'Cause the better life keep me stressing enough

Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what

Screw you, 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

Chefing up some fresh hard for you out of town geekers

We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside Gs

Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin' 83s

It's Houston, Texas, motherfucker, you know the name

And we'll see you in February for the All-Star Game

Draped up and dripped out, know talkin', talkin' 'bout

Draped up and dripped out, know talkin', talkin'

Draped, draped up and dripped out, know talkin', talkin' 'bout

Draped up and dripped out, know talkin', talkin'

Draped, draped up and dripped out, know talkin', talkin' 'bout

Draped up and dripped out, know talkin', talkin'

Draped, draped up and dripped out, know talkin', talkin' 'bout

Draped up and dripped out, know talkin', talkin'