Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drapped Up, artist - Bun B. Date of issue: 13.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drapped Up |
| 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… |
| Draped up and dripped out, know what I’m talking bout (x4) |
| 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 (I'm gone) |
| 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…) |
| Draped up and dripped out, know what I’m talking bout (x4)] |
| 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…) |
| Draped up and dripped out, know what I’m talking bout (x4)] |
| One time for my trill niggas 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…) |
| Draped up and dripped out, know what I’m talking bout (x4)] |