(feat. Lil' Keke) 

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