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Ay Yo, welcome to the world of S-H-O-are-TTexas where them trill ass niggaz be livin naughtyRollin up ho's like turtles in half a shellOpen up my trunk and let's see what I have to sellI got the dope, if you ho's got the paperAnd if you a faker then you'll meet your fuckin maker'Cause I ain't takin no shit on my cutsThe UGK posse got the big big nutsYo, so who's a bold bitch?Try to make a saleYou betta bailBefore they find you in a ditchThis dope ain't yo dopeAnd these cuts and yo cutsYo, but this is my 12 gauge in yo muthafuckin gutsDon't make me pump this bitch and unloadGet yo feet muthafucka, hit the muthafuckin roadAnd don't even try to come back nigga yoCause me Dre and see got fingers on a fat triggerWe makin too much money movin weightAnd before you hit my cuts, you better get your shit straightSongtexte'Cause it ain't safe to just try and show yo ass upStreet sweeper boomin cold blow yo ass upAnd ain't nobody scared to blastWe pull them triggers fastAnd then we bailin on yo bitch assBut if yo shit is legit, then you can join my crewU.S.T. graduating class of '92 in Short TexasNiggaz on the track droppin shit about TXAs long as there's fiends that's them tax free dope checksYoung muthafuckas at the age of 16Cookin up some llello for the local drug kingThe market's not open so they call it closed circuitShort Short Texas watch them hard thugs work it5-0's on the scene make the all time drug bustOut next week slangin some more white dustReal, oh so triil, the life's no glamourAt the end of my time is spent in a slammerFuckin up shit with the 9 inch chromeSo all you scary got-it-good young-ass bitches stay homeAnd if you get picked up by the lawsDon't cry cause it's for a lost causeClientele ounce of llello, in jail make bailFrom longs to short, it's constant dope salesStupid muthafuckas smokin dummies and noids in jailOn U.S.T., Crack UniversityHome of the Fightin' Fiends, the streets reimburse meCops findin my stash, yo what could the worst beThrough so goin undercover then turnin dirtyBitch, I'm dead and swole in a ditchJust the other day, a fiend in your LexusCallin my name Blue Light, I'm Short TexasI don't give a fuck who you beYou ain't bout to sell no fuckin dope in P.A.T.You could be Tony Montana in this bitchHave a boat load of dope, but you still ain't sellin shitCause we don't know your face so I don't really figureWe gon let you come up and sell dope in Texas niggaSee you don't understand, it's our muthafuckin cutsSo step in, like I said before, we'll take them muthafuckin nutsAsk the last nigga brought his fuckin ass downTryin to sell that fuckin dope he bought in H-TownCouldn't sell in Houston, so I guess he figuredI'mma go to Port Arthur and run them fuckin niggazBrought his fuckin gun, guess he shoulda bustSo they took his shit and put his dick in the dustStupid ass nigga had the nerve to come backRollin on the cuts in his white CadillacGot to the block and the guns just explodedShot his car up with the 9, end of clip the clip that he unloadedSent the nigga home to his momma like a hoThey jacked all his money and they stole all his dopeCan't be trill in the villa of the trillestCause where I'm from nigga house some muthafuckin killasSo have your shit attached, before you come check usPimp see, bitch, P.A. home, Short Texas Aus Songtexte Mania