[Intro: Lil' Keke]
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Big terrible Texas
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It's where legends are born
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I'm Lil' Keke The Don
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Original Screwed Up Click
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It's a dedication to DJ Screw
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Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve
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Feel it?
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[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
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Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
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Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
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Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
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Draped up and dripped out, Know what I'm talking about
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[Lil' Keke]
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I'm draped up and dripped out, the truth has just slipped out
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84's, Red Doors, Candy Apple Flip-Flop
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Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top
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Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot
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Don P, Bun B, Please Free Pimp C
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Hydro, Super Flow, know these boys feeling me
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Come to Houston, Texas and see swangaz and 'lacs
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And don't forget to tell the people that the legends are back, yeah
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[Slim Thug]
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It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love
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Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right)
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Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better
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Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter
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The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters
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They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right)
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Me and Bun together caked up with clout
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Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about?
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[Chamillionaire]
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The city is back, just look at the map, thought we wouldn't get in the game
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I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train
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I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang
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My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane
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Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang
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I turn up the beat and I'm cracking the street, the city we started to train
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The world is looking like Texas mayne, just watch how they pick up the slang
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Just show 'em your grill and pick up some drank and watch how they do the same, Hold up mayne
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[Paul Wall]
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What it do baby, It's Paul Wall, Players rise while haters fall
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Got Fo's crawling in the 54 on the service road, I'm obeying the laws
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I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice
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Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice
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Them threes and fours I'ma roll fo sho, fo's and vogues, we call 'em swang
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My partner Bun B bring the pain, Wanna know what I rep? Just check the chain
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In the hood is where I hang, On South Lee, that 5-9
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He dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down
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[Chorus]
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[Mike Jones]
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I stay draped up, dripped out, Drop the top when I'm flipping out
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Candy low on 84, (How you know they Fo's?) they poking out
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Ice Age and Rap-A-Lot, Pimping hoes in the parking lot
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Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not
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When I'm out in the limelight, I make sure I shine bright
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I'm in the drop with the glock cocked, you know I keep that iron tight
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I'm getting brain from a tight dame on North Maine in the turning lane
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I'm young and rich talking alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs
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[Aztek]
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I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
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Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot
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(Next two lines in Spanish)
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Now put your blocks up, Now put your sets up
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Fuck that nigga over there cause I think he said something
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Have to take 'em with a clip out, with the click out, dont give a shit bout
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Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out
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[Lil' Flip]
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I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla
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You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars
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I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos
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Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes
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Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it
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Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it
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Swisha sweet with haze in it, you know I'm blowed
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Four row diamond chain, you know I'm pro
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Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh?
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Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump
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I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head
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We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead
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[Z-Ro]
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Down to r |