Short Texas-Robert E. Davis/UGK

Ay Yo, welcome to the world of S H O R T Texas where them trill ass niggaz be living naughty Rollin up ho's like turtles in half a shell Open up my trunk and let's see what I have to sell I got the dope, if you ho's got the paper And if you a faker then you'll meet your fucking maker 'Cause I ain't taking, no s**t on my cuts The UGK posse got the big big nuts Yo, so who's a bold bitch? Try to make a sale You betta bail Before they find you in a ditch This d**e ain't yo d**e and these cuts and yo cuts Yo, but this is my 12 gauge in yo muthafucking guts Don't make me pump this B***h and unload Get yo feet muthafucka, hit the muthafucking road And don't even try to come back nigga, yo 'Cause me Dre and C got fingers on a fat trigger We making too much money moving weight And before you hit my cuts, you better get your s**t straight 'Cause it ain't safe to just try and show yo ass up Street sweeper booming cold blow yo ass up And ain't nobody scared to blast We pull them triggers fast And then we bailing on yo B***h ass But if yo s**t is legit, then you can join my crew U.S.T. graduating class of '92 in Short Texas Niggaz on the track dropping s**t about TX As long as there's fiends that's them tax free d**e checks Young muthafuckas at the age of 16 Cooking up some llello for the local drug king The market's not open so they call it closed circuit Short Short Texas watch them hard thugs work it 5-0's on the scene make the all time drug bust Out next week slanging some more white dust Real, oh, so trill, the life's no glamor At the end of my time is spent in a slammer Fucking up s**t with the 9 inch chrome So all you scary got-it-good young-ass B*****s stay home And if you get picked up by the laws Don't cry cause it's for a lost cause Clientele ounce of llello, in jail make bail From longs to short, it's constant d**e sales Stupid muthafuckas smoking dummies and noids in jail On U.S.T., Crack University Home of the Fighting Fiends, the streets reimburse me Cops finding my stash, yo what could the worst be Through so going undercover then turning dirty Bitch, I'm dead and swole in a ditch Just the other day, a fiend in your Lexus Calling my name Blue Light, I'm Short Texas I don't give a f**k who you be You ain't 'bout to sell no fucking d**e in P.A.T. You could be Tony Montana in this bitch Have a boat load of d**e but you still ain't selling shit Cause we don't know your face so I don't really figure We gon' let you come up and sell d**e in Texas nigga See you don't understand, it's our muthafucking cuts So step in like I said before, we'll take them muthafucking nuts Ask the last n***a brought his fucking ass down Trying to sell that fucking d**e he bought in H-Town Couldn't sell in Houston, so I guess he figured I'm a go to Port Arthur and run them fucking niggaz Brought his fucking gun, guess he shoulda bust So they took his s**t and put his dick in the dust Stupid ass n***a had the nerve to come back Rollin on the cuts in his white Cadillac Got to the block and the guns just exploded Shot his car up with the 9, end of clip the clip that he unloaded Sent the n***a home to his momma 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 n***a house some muthafucking killas So have your s**t attached, before you come check us Pimp C, bitch, P.A. home, Short Texas