
歌词
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]
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