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 **, if you ho's got the paper

And if you a faker then you'll meet your **ing 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 *?

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 mutha**ing guts

Don't make me pump this B*h and unload

Get yo feet mutha**a, hit the mutha**ing 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 mutha**as at the age of 16

Cooking up some llello for the local ** 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 ** 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

**ing 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 mutha**as 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

*, 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 **ing d**e in P.A.T.

You could be Tony Montana in this *

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 mutha**ing cuts

So step in like I said before, we'll take them mutha**ing nuts

Ask the last n*a brought his **ing ass down

Trying to sell that **ing 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 **ing niggaz

Brought his **ing 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 **

Can't be trill in the villa of the trillest

'Cause where I'm from n*a house some mutha**ing killas

So have your s**t attached, before you come check us

Pimp C, *, P.A. home, Short Texas