Draped Up Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

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 

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Draped up and dripped out 

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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 

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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 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 obeying 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 5 9 

He dippin' oil, he drippin' candy 

From P A to H-Town, It goes down 

Draped up and dripped out 

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Draped up and dripped out 

Know what I'm talking about 

Draped up and dripped out 

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Draped up and dripped out 

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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 its 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 alot of shit 

I guess its 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 

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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 till he gets out 

Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out 

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 

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 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 

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Draped up and dripped out 

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Draped up and dripped out 

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Draped up and dripped out 

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Draped up and dripped out 

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Draped up and dripped out 

Know what I'm talking about 

Draped up and dripped out 

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