Bun B

Texty písní Alba

Draped Up

[Intro - Lil' Keke]

Big terrible Texas, where legends are born

Lil Keke the don, original Screwed Up Click

This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mellow, Big Steve

Bun...

[Chorus - Lil' Keke]

Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout

[Bun B]

Well it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr. Woodgrain

With diamonds up against them balling through your hood mayn

And I'm smoking on some good mayn, the color purple

Not the movie, but the kind that have you going in a circle

Chrome, looking more classy than the Transco Tower

Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower

Like 'Face I got the money, the power and the finesse

To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand round my neck

I'm looking real shiny; you can see me from a mile away

Thought you was doing it, until I came and took your smile away

Pull up on your side in the turning lane

Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce, and I'm Cadillac turning mayn

Little swang to the left, big swang to the right

My plates scraping and I'm sliding the pipe, it's super tight

So don't try to knock us baby, don't try to hate

That's how we do it in that Lone star state; get it straight (we be...)

[Chorus - Repeat 2X]

[Bun B]

Now if you never been to Texas, there's a picture to paint

Cause we doing it real big, in case you thinking we ain't

It's lots of money on these streets, being spent and being made

All it take is one look to see these boys getting paid

They living laid in big houses, with pools in the backyard

Certified gangsters so you never see us act fraud

With iced out watches, bracelets, chains

Pieces, teeth, mayn we throwed in the game

We got screens in that headrest, visors in the ceiling

On chrome 83's and fours and Vogue peeling

With bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk

Push a button, and my car is waiving bye to you punk

We from the land of sippin' on syrup and (banging the Screw)

We slab swangin' comin down and through, I thought you knew

Back in the days, all they ever did was doubt us

Now the South is in the house, and they can't do nothing about us (we be...)

[Chorus - Repeat 2X]

[Bun B]

One time for my trill niggaz reppin the block

The real soldiers on the frontline is keeping it cocked

They hold it down for they hood, throw it up, let 'em see it

So they can know how you G it, if they hating, so be it

We ain't playing where I'm staying cause it's way too real

No matter the situation, we gotta keep it trill

Got the steel on my side when I ride cause I'm ready

I got 20/10 vision and my trigger finger steady

I'm an Underground King homeboy, and not a simp

And I gots to represent 'til they decide to free the Pimp

I'm down for my click, just like I'm down for my block

And I'm a stand up for my partner 'til they let him off of lock

So go on, body rock, Southside or lean back

Two-step with your boy if you about your greenbacks

This here is a Texas toast so raise your glass

Because the whole dirty South fittin' to show they naked ass (we be...)

[Chorus - Repeat 2X]