Dj Screw – Short Texas Lyrics (feat. Pimp C & Bun B)

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[Intro]
Chronic in the air, jamming nothing but Screw
Damn, niggas in the South over drip
Chronic in the air, jamming nothing but Screw
This is for you bustla ass niggas who wanna do me
Chronic in the air, jamming nothing but Screw
Damn, niggas in the South over drip
Chronic in the air, jamming nothing but Screw
Damn, niggas in the South over drip

[Bun B]
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 f*ckin 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 ain’t yo cuts
Yo, but this is my 12 Gauge in your muthaf*ckin guts
Don’t make me pump this bitch and unload
Beat your feet muthaf*cka, hit the muthaf*ckin 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
[Hook]
And ain’t nobody scared to blast Damn, niggas in the South over drip
And ain’t nobody scared to blast
Never had love for these [?]-ass hoes
And ain’t nobody scared to blast
Damn, niggas in the South over drip
And ain’t nobody scared to blast
We pull them triggers fast and then we bailing on your bitch ass

[Pimp C]
I don’t give a f*ck who you be!
You ain’t bout to sell no f*ckin 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 from Texas nigga
See you don’t understand, it’s our muthaf*ckin cuts
So step in, like I said before, we’ll take them muthaf*ckin nuts
Ask the last nigga brought his f*ckin ass down
Trying to sell that f*ckin 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 f*ckin niggas
Brought his f*ckin 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 muthaf*ckin killers
So have your shit attached, before you come check us
Pimp C, bitch, P.A. home, Short Texas
[Scratching]



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