Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Short Texas, artist - DJ Screw. Album song All Screwed Up, Vol. II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.07.1995
Record label: Bigtyme Recordz
Song language: English
Short Texas |
| 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 and 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 |
| U.S.T. |
| 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 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 |
| 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 P.A.T |
| You could be Tony Montana in this bitch |
| Have a boat load 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’mma 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 ho |
| 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 house some muthafuckin killers |
| So have your shit attached, before you come check us |
| Pimp C, bitch, P.A. |
| home, Short Texas |