[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
[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 Don P, 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
[Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right) Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right) Me and Bun together caked up with clout Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about?
[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 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
[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 obeying the laws I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice Them threes and fours I'ma 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 dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down
[Chorus]
[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 Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not 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 alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs
[Aztek] I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot (Next two lines in Spanish) 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, dont give a shit bout Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out
[Lil' Flip] I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes 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 pro Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh? Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead
[Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma 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 ride with the daytons 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 smif n wesson to 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
[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 Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game
[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
[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 Don P, 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
[Slim Thug] It's Slim Thug showing H-Town love Used to hit the club on dubs, acting bad on scrubs (thats right) Mad spokes and leather, 24's or better Boys say they riding candy but my load is wetter The roads for compeitors when they see the two letters They'll never ever ever ever ever get on my level (thats right) Me and Bun together caked up with clout Staying draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking about?
[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 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
[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 obeying the laws I stay shining like headlights and I stay crawling like head lice Just like a boy but I play the dice, them twos and threes ain't nuttin nice Them threes and fours I'ma 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 dippin oil, He drippin candy, From P-A to H-Town, It goes down
[Chorus]
[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 Diamonds shining in my grill, you can see 'em if its dark or not 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 alot of shit, I guess its because I'm having thangs
[Aztek] I'm still draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout Fighting over parking spots, bustin in the parking lot (Next two lines in Spanish) 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, dont give a shit bout Til he gets out, Free Pimp C, we draped up and dripped out
[Lil' Flip] I told Bun when you need a verse, just holla You know how we do it, you don't gotta spend no dollars I'm puffin dro, bangin screw, and riding fos Middle fingers in the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes 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 pro Johnny got me right huh? 80 karats, bright huh? Hit the button, pop the trunk, watch the neon light jump I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead
[Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma 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 ride with the daytons 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 smif n wesson to 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
[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 Stepping up some fresh hard for you out of town peakers We got 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, and Southside G's Plus Southwest and Bloody Nickels rollin 83's It's Houston, Texas motherfucker, you know the name We'll see you in February for the All-Star Game
25 lighters on my dresser yessir I gots to get paid 25 lighters on my dresser yessir I gots to get paid I got 25 lighters for my 25 folks Bout to break the mic then break 25 mo' Bout to rip the track wit bout 25 flows And I'm pimpin like a mac wit bout 25 hoes 25 fly carat diamonds in my ring 25 twelves in the trunk got to bang Make moves to make a quick 25 mill Come up so I can knock off big nine-nine Seville Bout to take me bout 25 yellow bones home Doin bad to make them 25 phone home Call daddy sayin 25 got to go get 'em, get 'em DMD done put it down 25 out the door Hittin the highway doin 25 shows 25 Lil Mo's slammin 25 doors Representin fo' those holdin 25 screws in they deck I'ma wreck and rip 25 crews quick
25 lighters on my dressa yessir, I gots to get paid We got 25 lighters on the dresser yessir gots to get paid [x2]
[Lil' Keke] I jumps up early and I yawns and stretch Anotha day another dolla, 'nother case to get I take my time and realize that this game is real I got my mind on firearms, but I'm swanging barbe grill Gots to act real bad when i close red doors I'm shootin spidas off my rims cuz I'm ridin on fours And niggaz don't understand that we be drinkin the norm Never trust broads they're frauds On the 'vard is where I sling when I claim my name Back in the game Hershallwood, Texas regained It's the nine-eight and I'm jumpin in the mix Rocks up on my wrists and got haters on my list How ya like me now cause I'm real Comin down piece and chain four shiny grills Gots to bring havack where them boys at Fixin to break the mic now is that Fat Pat?
[chorus x2]
[Fat Pat] I'm so throwed in the game Southside Playas, Skrewed Up click mayne Wit the finest set you can bet them smoove ass event Comin through this motherfucker man, hold up and set Some niggaz catch me high like dat And some niggaz act like they wanna pull a gat But they betta watch out for the boy PAT That's them motherfuckin haters can they handle me Cause I be so throwed in this game Comin down on the swing Grip wood grain on the shirt I leave a stain Cause you try to jack a real true G Comin down the boulevard Can they see me swangin swangin swang till we live Pop my trunk and give give give Niggaz betta see a nigga roll Starched down and I'm rollin on eighty fours If the nigga FAT represent the click Right up in the bowl and a whole lotta shit Betta look around cause they don't understand it I'ma say, "Hold up!" and scream, "God dammit!" Cause I'ma let the cat gone grip and gone take a trip And it's the empty clip just throw it off the ship Cause it's a throwaway gat It's that Fat Pat, where them haters at where them haterss at Man love it man
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Love it man
That's how we do it, DMD, Keke, Fat Pat G's in PA G's in tha city G's in the South so real [x2]
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti] Got a spot in the A Got a spot in N.O. (Fo' sho') Lookin for them real toys, to see what they goin fo' Down hurr in Texas When I'm ballin at Max's Get a bitch, fuck a hotel Hit the crib, relaxin Them Body boys They bringin noise Mike Jones and Paul Wall Slim Thug and Bun B and Z-Ro and all y'all I'm Y-O, G-O, double T to the I, trick Don't get it confused though, I represent this Memphis shit Represent for the real niggas For the drug dealers, for the hard hitters Represent for my brother doin the 10 years in Fort Piller Represent for the Dirty South Gettin that money, what we about Livin the life, rockin ice That's why I put 20 g's in my mouth See them diamonds, see me shinin Hear me rhymin, see me climbin Straight to the top of the charts, bitch Like this shit on lock, bitch
[Hook: Lil Keke] Just call on me (Homie) And you got a plane You gon' need Somebody, to leeeaaaan onnnn Lean on me
[Verse 2: Slim Thug] I'm puffin green, strong Sippin, get my lean on Comin down, candy paint Get my gleam on The fo' poured up The 'Dro rolled up One-deep, with the heat Beat slowed up I'm outta Memphis, Ten. With about ten to spend Got with Gotti, put me down with some lady friends I'm showin diamond grin, leanin, walkin with' a limp Hoes on the 'vard, "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp" I'm Slim Thugga motherfucka, dirty south boss Eyes low from the 'Dro, plus I'm cotton-mouth That's how we do it down in Texas, holdin wood-wheel "Swang n' Bang" down the lane, til' my drank spill Blow kill', bet the Kush get'cha mind right Everythang I drive candy, so I shine bright I'm either on the grind, tryin'a get my bank on Or on recline mayn, tryin'a get my drank on
[Hook]
Hol' up, hol' up Roll up, roll up Ho what, ho what Hol' up, hol' up Roll up, roll up (Lean on me) Ho what, ho what Hol' up, hol' up Roll up, roll up Ho what, ho what Hol' up, hol' up Roll up, roll up Ho what, ho what (Lean on me)
