[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   Tu sabes, vatos, ves no fakos, parse   Te mato sin ningun contrato vamos!   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      [Chorus] - repeat 2X