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