Draped Up (Album Remix)

[Intro: Lil' Keke] 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? [Chorus: Lil Keke] 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 [Verse 1: Lil' Keke] 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 Donke, 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 the legends are back Yeah [Verse 2: Slim Thug] 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, 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? [Verse 3: Chamillionaire] 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 (hol' up) 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 [Verse 4: Paul Wall] 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 law I stay shining like headlights And I stay crawling like head lice Just like a barber, I fade the dice Them twos and threes ain't nothin' nice Them threes and fours I'mma roll fo' sho 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 sippin' oil, he drippin' candy From PA to H-Town, it goes down [Chorus: Lil Keke] 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 [Verse 5: Mike Jones] 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?) 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 Maine in the turning lane I'm young and rich talking a lot of shit I guess its because I'm having thangs [Verse 6: Aztek] 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 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 [Verse 7: Lil' Flip] 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 liter with eights in it Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed Four row diamond chain, you know I'm throwed Johnny got me right huh? 80 carats, bright huh? Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump I'mma keep folding bread 'till Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead [Verse 8: Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'mma 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 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 Smith & Wesson in 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 [Verse 9: 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 Chef-ing up some fresh hard for you out of town geekers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin' 83's It's Screwston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game [Chorus: Lil Keke] 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