[Bun B:] Ay yo, welcome to the world of S-H-O-R-T Texas where them trill xxx 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 xxxxxx maker Cause I ain't takin no xxxx 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 xxxxx 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 xxxx straight Cause it ain't safe to just try and show your xxx up Street sweeper booming cold blow your xxx up And ain't nobody scared to blast We pull them triggers fast And then we bailing on your xxxxx ass But if your xxxx is legit, then you can join my crew U.S.T. graduating class of '92 in Short Texas [Chorus] [Blue Light:] Niggas on the track dropping xxxx 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 xxxx with the 9 inch chrome So all you scary got-it-good young-ass xxxxxxx 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 [Chorus] [Pimp C:] I don't give a xxxx who you be! You ain't bout to sell no xxxxxx 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 xxxxxx xxx down Trying to sell that xxxxxx 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 xxxxxx niggas Brought his xxxxxx gun, guess he should've bust So they took his xxxx and put his dick in the dust Stupid xxx 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 xxxx attached, before you come check us Pimp C, bitch, P.A. home, Short Texas [Chorus]