Bun B - Draped Up (instrumental) lyrics

(feat. Lil' Keke) (Intro - Lil' Keke) Big terrible Texas, where legends are born Lil Keke the don, original Screwed Up Click This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mellow, Big Steve Bun... (Chorus - Lil' Keke) Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout (Bun B) Well it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr. Woodgrain With diamonds up against them balling through your hood mayn And I'm smoking on some good mayn, the color purple Not the movie, but the kind that have you going in a circle Chrome, looking more cla**y than the Transco Tower Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower Like 'Face I got the money, the power and the finesse To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand round my neck 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 Pull up on your side in the turning lane Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce, and I'm Cadillac turning mayn Little swang to the left, big swang to the right My plates scraping and I'm sliding the pipe, it's super tight So don't try to knock us baby, don't try to hate That's how we do it in that Lone star state; get it straight (we be...) (Chorus) - Repeat 2X (Bun B) Now if you never been to Texas, there's a picture to paint Cause we doing it real big, in case you thinking we ain't It's lots of money on these streets, being spent and being made All it take is one look to see these boys getting paid They living laid in big houses, with pools in the backyard Certified gangsters so you never see us act fraud With iced out watches, bracelets, chains Pieces, teeth, mayn we throwed in the game We got screens in that headrest, visors in the ceiling On chrome 83's and fours and Vogue peeling With bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk Push a bu*ton, and my car is waiving bye to you punk We from the land of sippin' on syrup and (banging the Screw) We slab swangin' comin down and through, I thought you knew Back in the days, all they ever did was doubt us Now the South is in the house, and they can't do nothing about us (we be...) (Chorus) - Repeat 2X (Bun B) One time for my trill n***as reppin the block The real soldiers on the frontline is keeping it co*ked They hold it down for they hood, throw it up, let 'em see it So they can know how you G it, if they hating, so be it We ain't playing where I'm staying cause it's way too real No matter the situation, we gotta keep it trill Got the steel on my side when I ride cause I'm ready I got 20/10 vision and my trigger finger steady I'm an Underground King homeboy, and not a simp And I gots to represent 'til they decide to free the Pimp 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 So go on, body rock, Southside or lean back Two-step with your boy if you about your greenbacks This here is a Texas toast so raise your gla** Because the whole dirty South fittin' to show they naked a** (we be...) (Chorus) - Repeat 2X