(feat. Blue Light)

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[Bun B:]
Ay yo, welcome to the world of S-H-O-R-T

Texas where them trill $$# ^!$$%s be livin 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 $#&@in maker
Cause I ain't takin no %#@! on my guts

The UGK posse got the big big nuts
Yo, so who's a bold (*##$?
Try to make a sale, You betta bail before they find you in a ditch

This dope ain't yo dope and these cuts and yo cuts
Yo, but this is my 12 Gauge in your mutha$#&@in guts
Don't make me pump this (*##$ and unload

Beat your feet mutha$#&@a, hit the mutha$#&@in road
And don't even try to come back ^!$$% 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 %#@! straight
Cause it ain't safe to just try and show your $$# up

Street sweeper booming cold blow your $$# up
And ain't nobody scared to blast
We pull them triggers fast

And then we bailing on your (*##$ $$#
But if your %#@! is legit, then you can join my crew
U.S.T. graduating class of '92 in Short Texas


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[Blue Light:]
^!$$%s on the track dropping %#@! about T-X
As long as there's fiends that's them tax free dope checks

Young mutha$#&@as at the age of 16
Cooking up some yayo 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 slangin some more white dust

Real, oh so trill, the life's no glamour
At the end of my time is spent in the slammer
$#&@in up %#@! with the 9 inch chrome

So all you scary got-it-good young-ass (*##$es stay home
And if you get picked up by the laws
Don't cry cause it's for a lost cause

Clientele, ounce of yayo, in jail make bail
From longs to short, it's constant dope sales
Stupid mutha$#&@as smoking dummies and noids in jail

On U.S.T., Crack University
Home of the Fightin Fiends, the streets reimburse me
Cops finding my stash, yo what could the worst be

Through so going undercover then turnin dirty
(*##$, 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

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[Pimp C:]
I don't give a $#&@ who you be!

You ain't bout to sell no $#&@in dope in P.A.T.
You could be Tony Montana in this (*##$
Have a boat load of dope, but you still ain't selling %#@!

Cause we don't know your face so I don't really figure
We gon let you come up and sell dope in Texas ^!$$%
See you don't understand, it's our mutha$#&@in cuts

So step in, like I said before, we'll take them mutha$#&@in nuts
Ask the last ^!$$% brought his $#&@in $$# down
Trying to sell that $#&@in dope he bought in H-Town

Couldn't sell in Houston, so I guess he figured
I'mma go to Port Arthur and run them $#&@in ^!$$%s
Brought his $#&@in gun, guess he should've bust

So they took his %#@! and put his dick in the dust
Stupid $$# ^!$$% had the nerve to come back
Rolling on the cuts in his white Cadillac
Got to the block and the guns just exploded
Shot his car up with the 9, and the clip that he unloaded

Sent the ^!$$% home to his momma like a ho
They jacked all his money and they stole all his dope
Can't be trill in the villa of the trillest
Cause where I'm from ^!$$% house some mutha$#&@in killers
So have your %#@! attached, before you come check us

Pimp C, (*##$, P.A. home, Short Texas

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