Bun B - Draped Up lyrics

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Bun B - 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 cla**y 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 bu*ton, and my car is waiving bye to you punk 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 [Chorus] - Repeat 2X He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down [Bun B] [Chorus] One time for my trill n***az reppin the block The real soldiers on the frontline is keeping it co*ked [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 co*ked, 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 sh**, 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 gla** (Next two lines in Spanish) Because the whole dirty South fittin' to show they naked a** (we be...) Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up f** that n***a over there cause I think he said something [Chorus] - Repeat 2X Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a sh** 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 ba** 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 bu*ton, 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 pa** the cup, My cadillac rolling on gla** and wood Would I knock a jacka down when his a** 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 motherf**er, you know the name We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game [Chorus] - repeat 2X

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