Bun B Lyrics
Bun B Lyrics
"Draped Up Lyrics"
One Song For You Lyrics
If you want it and you're going out of your mind If you want me in your bed we better do it on the sly, and you know why. One Song for you We wrote a little tune it takes off for you Hold on, hold on it's coming soon If you feel it in your body like a hurricane, Let your arms become propellers, take off don't feel any shame. I know for you it don't make sense I don't make sense
If you want it and you're going out of your mind If you want me in your bed we better do it on the sly, and you know why. One Song for you We wrote a little tune it takes off for you Hold on, hold on it's coming soon If you feel it in your body like a hurricane, Let your arms become propellers, take off don't feel any shame. I know for you it don't make sense I don't make sense
(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 how I'm draped
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking bout
Draped up and dripped out, know how I'm draped
[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
Who Drove The Red Sports Car? Lyrics
Words and music by Van Morrison Who drove the red sports car from the mansion And laid upon the grass in summer time And who done me out high time fashion And made me read between the lines And who said follow the man it's your only chance Sit on your throne, you got to make it on your own, on your own And who said Look at you, look at you You got jam on your face and Who did your ho
, the power and the finesse Words and music by Van Morrison Who drove the red sports car from the mansion And laid upon the grass in summer time And who done me out high time fashion And made me read between the lines And who said follow the man it's your only chance Sit on your throne, you got to make it on your own, on your own And who said Look at you, look at you You got jam on your face and Who did your ho
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 th
Madame Helga Lyrics
Mary Mary where you been You've been out all night You ain't got no sleep I've been dancing in the hills At a place I know She said 'and that's the place Where the fire flies glow' Had to slap my white face Pull my head from the clouds And I kept Buying and, lying and flying, relying and dying To know what spins her world around Good morning I missed ya But
ese boys getting paid Mary Mary where you been You've been out all night You ain't got no sleep I've been dancing in the hills At a place I know She said 'and that's the place Where the fire flies glow' Had to slap my white face Pull my head from the clouds And I kept Buying and, lying and flying, relying and dying To know what spins her world around Good morning I missed ya But
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 cocke
Mister Mister Lyrics
Mister mister mister I'm just looking for a change in my luck, Mister mister mister I'm just looking for a change in my luck, Looking for a change. Baby baby baby I'm just looking with my eye to the sky, Baby baby baby i'm just looking with my eye to the sky, With my eye to the sky. Looking, I'm gonna keep on looking babe Keep on looking, I'm gonna keep on looking babe, for a change.
d Mister mister mister I'm just looking for a change in my luck, Mister mister mister I'm just looking for a change in my luck, Looking for a change. Baby baby baby I'm just looking with my eye to the sky, Baby baby baby i'm just looking with my eye to the sky, With my eye to the sky. Looking, I'm gonna keep on looking babe Keep on looking, I'm gonna keep on looking babe, for a change.
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]