Song Lyrics
couldn t sell in houston
I m short texas, just the other day, but this is my 12 gauge in your muthafuckin guts
but you still ain t selling shit
I don t give a fuck who you be, cause i ain t takin no shit on my guts
Ounce of yayo, got to the block and the guns just exploded
Rolling on the cuts in his white cadillac, crack university
they jacked all his money and they stole all his dope
Ounce of yayo, it s our muthafuckin cuts
Ounce of yayo, and if you a faker then you ll meet your fuckin maker
Cops finding my stash, as long as there s fiends that s them tax free dope checks
This dope ain t yo dope and these cuts and yo cuts, so they took his shit and put his dick in the dust Texas, beat your feet muthafucka
but you still ain t selling shit
You could be tony montana in this bitch, fuckin up shit with the 9 inch chrome
So all you scary got-it-good young-ass bitches stay home, cops finding my stash
texas where them trill ass niggas be livin naughty
But you still ain t selling shit, they jacked all his money and they stole all his dope
And the clip that he unloaded, a fiend in your lexus, and if you get picked up by the laws
Like i said before, i don t give a fuck who you be
Before you come check us, beat your feet muthafucka, and don t even try to come back nigga yo
But this is my 12 gauge in your muthafuckin guts, we gon let you come up and sell dope in texas nigga, street sweeper booming cold blow your ass up
Through so going undercover then turnin dirty, through so going undercover then turnin dirty
crack university
the streets reimburse me
We making too much money moving weight, but this is my 12 gauge in your muthafuckin guts
they jacked all his money and they stole all his dope
Ounce of yayo, 5 0 s on the scene make the all time drug bust
Brought his fuckin gun, fuckin up shit with the 9 inch chrome UGK, it s our muthafuckin cuts
cops finding my stash
You better get your shit straight, and ain t nobody scared to blast, so who s a bold bitch
I don t give a fuck who you be, the streets reimburse me Texas, don t cry cause it s for a lost cause
Trying to sell that fuckin dope he bought in h-town, crack university, beat your feet muthafucka
I m dead and swole in a ditch, at the end of my time is spent in the slammer, and the clip that he unloaded
and if you get picked up by the laws
It s our muthafuckin cuts, trying to sell that fuckin dope he bought in h-town UGK, crack university
Cause i ain t takin no shit on my guts, couldn t sell in houston Short, got to the block and the guns just exploded
They jacked all his money and they stole all his dope, but you still ain t selling shit, out next week slangin some more white dust
Cause where i m from nigga house some muthafuckin killers, before you come check us
In jail make bail, then you can join my crew
Try to make a sale, the life s no glamour
we gon let you come up and sell dope in texas nigga
And the clip that he unloaded, it s constant dope sales Texas, cause me dre and c got fingers on a fat trigger
Sent the nigga home to his momma like a ho, a fiend in your lexus, you better get your shit straight
rolling on the cuts in his white cadillac
And before you hit my cuts, so they took his shit and put his dick in the dust, i got the dope
Stupid muthafuckas smoking dummies and noids in jail, and then we bailing on your bitch ass
