UGK Short Texas Lyrics

Song: Short Texas
Artist: UGK (Pimp C & Bun B) f. Blue Light
Album: Too Hard to Swallow

Short, Short...(Texas) T-E-X-A-S,
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Bun B:
Ay, yo, welcome to the world of S-H-O-R-T,
Texas, where them trill-a__ n____s be livin' naughty.
Rollin' up hoes like turtles in half a shell;
Open up my trunk and let's see what I have to sell.
I got this dope, if you hoes got the paper,
And if you a faker, then you'll meet ya f___in' maker...
'Cause I ain't takin' no s___ on my cuts;
The UGK Posse got the big, big nuts.
Yo, so who's a bold b____?
Try to make a sale, you bettah bale
Before they find you in a ditch.
This dope ain't yo dope,
And these cuts ain't yo cuts, yo,
But this is my 12-Gauge in yo m____fuckin' guts.
Don't make me pump this b____ and unload,
Get yo feet, m____fucka; hit the m____fuckin' road...
And don't even try to come back, n____, yo
'Cause me, Dre', and C got fingas on a fat trigga.
We makin' too much money movin' weight
And befo' ya hit my cuts, you bettah get ya s___ straight.
'Cause it ain't safe to try and show yo a__ up;
Street sweeper boomin', col' blow yo a__ up.
And ain't nobody scared to blast,
We pull them triggas fast,
And then we bailin' on yo b____ a__.
But if yo s___ is legit,
Then you can join my crew:
U-S-T Graduatin' Class of '92, and Short Texas

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Blue Light:
n____s on the track droppin' s___ about TX;
As long as there's fiends, that's them tax-free dope checks.
Young m____fuckas 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 ??? work it.
5.0s on the scene, make the all time drug bust,
Out next week slangin' some mo' white dust.
Real, Oh so trill...the lights, no glamour;
At the end of my time is spent in the slama.
f___in' up the s___ with the 9-inch chrome,
So, all you scary, got-it-good, young-a__ b____es stay home.
And if you get picked up by the laws,
Don't cry, 'cause it's for a lost cause.
Clientele, I sold yayo,
In jail, make bail
Some laws too short
It's constant dope sales.
Stupid m____fucka smokin' dummies and 'noid in 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?
There was some good-for-nothing covers turnin' dirty...
b____, I'm dead and swole in a ditch.
Just the other day, a fiend in ya Lexus,
Callin' my name, Blue Light, and Short Texas...

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Pimp C:
I don't give a f___ who you be,
You ain't 'bout to sell no f___in' dope in P-A-T.
You can be Tony Montana in this b____,
Have a boat-load of dope,
But ya still ain't sellin' s___.
'Cause we don't know ya face,
So I don't really figure...
We gon' let ya come up and sell dope in Texas, n____.
See, you don't understand it's our m____fuckin' cuts,
So, steppin' like I said befo',
And take ya m____fuckin' nuts.
After the last n____ brought his f___in' a__ down,
Tryin' to sell that f___in' dope that he bought in H-Town;
Couldn't sell in Houston, so I guess he figured,
I'ma go to Port Arthur and run them f___in' n____s.
Brought his f___in' gun,
Guess he shoulda bust...
So they took his s___, and put his d___ in the dust.
Stupid-a__ n____ had the nerve to come back,
Rollin' on them cuts in his white Cadillac.
Got to the block, and the guns just exploded,
Shot his car up with the 9, end of the clip, and didn't know it.
Sent a n____ home to his mama like a ho,
They jacked all his money,
And they stole all his doe.
Can't be trill in the Villa of the Trillas,
'Cause where I'm from, n____,
House some m____fuckin' killas.
So, have yo s___ attached, before you come check us...
Pimp C, b____...P.A., home of Short Texas.

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