UGK, Bluelight - Short Texas lyrics

Ay yo, welcome to the world of S-H-O-R T
Texas where them trill ass
Niggas 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 fuckin maker
'Cause I ain't takin no shit on my guts
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 dope ain't yo dope and
These cuts ain't yo cuts
Yo, but this is my 12
Gauge in your muthafuckin guts
Don't make me pump this bitch and unload
Beat your feet muthafucka
Hit the muthafuckin 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 shit straight
'Cause it ain't safe to just try
And show your ass up
Street sweeper booming cold blow your ass up
And ain't nobody scared to blast
We pull them triggers fast
And then we bailing 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 dropping shit about T-X
As long as there's fiends that's
Them tax-free dope checks
Young muthafuckas 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
Fuckin up shit with the 9-inch chrome
So all you scary got-it-good
Young-ass bitches 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 muthafuckas smoking dummies and
Noids in jail on UST, 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
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 fuck who you be!
You ain't bout to sell no fuckin dope in PAT
You could be Tony Montana in this bitch
Have a boatload of dope
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 dope in Texas nigga
See you don't understand
It's our muthafuckin cuts
So step in, like I said before
We'll take them muthafuckin nuts
Ask the last nigga brought
His fuckin ass down
Trying to sell that fuckin dope
He bought in H Town
Couldn't sell in Houston
So I guess he figured
I'ma go to Port Arthur and
Run them fuckin niggas
Brought his fuckin gun
Guess he should've bust
So they took his shit and put
His dick in the dust
Stupid ass nigga 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 nigga home to his momma like a hoe
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
Has some muthafuckin killers
So have your shit attached
Before you come check us
Pimp C, bitch, PA home, Short Texas