Tekst
Ayo, welcome to the world of S-H-O-R-T
Texas where them trill-ass niggas be livin' artsy
Rollin' up O's like turtles in half a shell
Open up my trunk and let's see what I have for sale
I got the dope if you hoes got the paper
And if you a faker then you'll meet your fuckin' maker
'Cause I ain't takin' no shit on my cuts
The UGK posse got the big big nuts
Yo, so who's a bold bitch
Try to make a sale, you better bail
Before they find you in a ditch
This dope ain't your dope
And these cuts ain't your cuts, yo
But this is my 12 gauge in your motherfuckin' guts
Don't make me pump this bitch and unload
Get your feet, motherfucker, hit the motherfuckin' road
And don't even try to come back, nigga, yo
'Cause me, Dre and C got fingers on a fat trigger
We makin' too much money movin' weight
And before you hit my cuts you better get your shit straight
'Cause it ain't safe to just try and show your ass up
Streetsweeper boomin', cold blow your ass up
And ain't nobody scared to blast, we pull them triggers fast
And then we bailin' on your bitch ass
But if your shit is legit then you can join my crew
UST graduating class of '92 in Short Texas
Niggas on the track droppin' shit about TX
As long as there's fiends that's the tax free dope checks
Young motherfuckers at the age of 16
Cookin' up some yayo for the local drug king
The market's not open so they call it closed circuit
Short Short Texas, watch them hubbas work it
5-0'S on the scene, make the all-time drug bust
Out next week slangin' some more white dust
Real hustle trill, the life's no glamour
At the end of my time is spent in the slammer
Fuckin' up shit with the 9-inch chrome
So all you scary got it good young-ass bitches stay home
And if you get hemmed up by the laws
Don't cry 'cause you're for a lost cause
Clientele, ounce of yay, in jail, make bail
From longs to short, it's constant dope sales
Stupid motherfuckers smokin' dummies and knowin' jail
On U-S-T, crack university
Home of the fightin' fiends, the streets reimburse me
Cops findin' my stash, yo, what could the worst be?
Threw a cell door with nothin' to cover, then turned to dirt deep
Bitch, found dead and swoll in a ditch
Just the other day, a fiend in your Lexus
Callin' my name, Blue Light, I'm Short Texas
I don't give a fuck who you be
You ain't 'bout to sell no fuckin' dope in P-A-T
You can be Tony Montana in this bitch
Have a boat load of dope but you still ain't sellin' shit
'Cause we don't know your face so I don't really figure
We gon' let you come up and sell dope in Texas, nigga
See you don't understand this side motherfuckin' cuts
So step in like I said before we take them motherfuckin' nuts
That's the last nigga that brought his fuckin' ass down
Tryin' to sell that fuckin' dope he bought in H-Town
Couldn't sell in Houston, so I guess it figured
I'ma go to Port Arthur and run them fuckin' niggas
Bought his fuckin' gun, guess he shoulda bust
So they took his shit and put his dick in the dust
Stupid-ass nigga had the nerve to come back
Rollin' on the cuts in his white Cadillac
Got to the block and the gun just exploded
Shot his car up with the 9 and the clip that he had loaded
Sent the nigga home to his mama like a ho
They jacked all his money and they stole all his dope
Can't be trill in the villa of the trillest
'Cause where I'm from, nigga, house of motherfuckin' killers
So have your shit attached before you come check us
Pimp C, bitch, P-A home, Short Texas
