歌手:UGK
专辑:《Best of UGK》

Ay yo, welcome to the world of
S-H-O-R-T
Texas where them trill ass *******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 *******, if you ho's got the paper
And if you a faker then you'll meet your ******* maker
Cause I ain't takin no *******t on my guts
The UGK posse got the big big ****
Yo, so who's a bold *******?
Try to make a sale,
You betta bail before they find you in a ditch
This ******* ain't yo ******* and these cuts and yo cuts
Yo, but this is my 12
Gauge in your mutha******* guts
Don't make me pump this ******* and unload
Beat your feet mutha*******a, hit the mutha******* 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 *******t 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 ******* ass
But if your *******t is legit, then you can join my crew
U.S.T. graduating class of '92 in
Short Texas [Chorus] [Blue Light:]
*******s on the track dropping *******t about
T-X As long as there's fiends that's them tax free ******* 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
******* up *******t with the 9 inch chrome
So all you scary got-it-good young-ass ******* 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 ******* 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 [Chorus] [Pimp C:]
I don't give a ******* who you be!
You ain't bout to sell no ******* ******* in
P.A.T. You could be
Tony Montana in this *******
Have a boat load of *******, but you still ain't selling *******t
Cause we don't know your face so
I don't really figure
We gon let you come up and sell ******* in
Texas *******
See you don't understand, it's our mutha******* cuts
So step in, like
I said before, we'll take them mutha******* ****
Ask the last ******* brought his ******* ass down
Trying to sell that ******* ******* he bought in
H-Town Couldn't sell in
Houston, so
I guess he figured
I'mma go to
Port Arthur and run them ******* *******s
Brought his ******* gun, guess he should've bust
So they took his *******t and put his ******* in the dust
Stupid ass ******* 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 *******
Can't be trill in the villa of the trillest
Cause where
I'm from ******* house some mutha******* killers
So have your *******t attached, before you come check us
Pimp C, *******,
P.A. home,
Short Texas [Chorus]