Lyrical Breakdown of Draped Up (H-Town Mix) (Feat. The H-Town All Starz) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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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, 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? I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth done just slipped out 84'S, red doors, candy apple flip flop Got them boppers tripped 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, Superflow, 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 Now it's 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 'bout? The city is back, just look at the Map, dawg we wasn't getting the game I'm sticking my dick up in the game, and busting a nut like a train I'm hitting that main, look at this grain I'm gripping, 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, I'm cracking the Street, the city done started to drain 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, playas rise while haters fall Got 4's crawling in the '54, on the service road, I'm evading the laws I stay shining like headlights, and I stay crawling like head lice Just like a barber, I fade the dice Them 2's and 3's ain't nothing nice Them 3's or 4's, I'mma roll fo' sho' Elbows 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 We sipping oil, and we dripping candy, P-A to H-Town it go down 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? I stay draped up, dripped out, drop the top when I'm flipping out Candy load on 84's, how you know they 4'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 if it's dark or not When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright I'm in the drop with the gat 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, talk a lot of shit I guess because I'm having thangs We still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking 'bout? Fighting over parking spots, busting in the parking lot Tu sabes vatos, raised off tacos, parce Te mato sin ningun contrato, vamos Now put your blocks up, now put your sets up And pass the G over there, cause I think he says "go" Half stick it with the 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 puffing dro, banging Screw, and riding 4's Middle fingers in the air, you know how it go Stash spot with weight in it, candy paint with flakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, one liter with eights in it Swisher Sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed Four row diamond chain, you know I'm froze Shoney got me right huh, 80 carats bright huh Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump I'mma keep folding bread, tell Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead Y'all can ride red, but I'mma ride blue In the turning lane looking just like Screw 300 Crizy on day day deuce, everybody know Z-Ro flow is ferocious I keep a Robert Davis in the deck, might be Blue 22, drank and the wet You can keep the sherm, but you can pass the cup Cause my Cadillac rolling on glass and what? If I knock a jacker down, will his ass get up? Hell naw, that's a split from the chest to the gut When Screw was living, he said he bet I come up Now the radio station requesting my stuff Gotta keep a Smith & Wess in the bus, cause The better life keep me stressing enough It's Rap 4 Real, is it a blessing or what? Screw you, I'll 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 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 Nickel rolling 83's It's Screwston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name And we'll see you in February, for the All-Star Game 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? 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?