Short Texas Songtext
von UGK

84′ swinging/Hold on Bounce
Featuring Mike Jones
No Came
Acceleration Gangster

No Came

We about to slow it down
Inticipate the pace
84, come sing with me

Chorus

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Verse 1 No Came


84 with the door swinging
Luxury Sedan, and the paint dripping
84, cause I'm sitting on 21 inches times 4
I′m just trying to get this paper
You know a nigga want more
Cadillac Presidential
My money and swag too official
I got it through the roof
When I spit you
Coming 75 miles per hour
May hit you
I'm flip down the ave. you know I'm lookin′ tight
Jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.
How did he get the woman who superfine
You′re thrill is gone, he steel pimpin
Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean
Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I shine so clean
See this niggaz go, I call them past seasons
But me I stay the same, real OGing
I'm livin′ dastardly, living laschivily
No More shit, No more breaks
All about survival, no more mistakes
Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down
Elevator hatred, everywhere you go around
84, I plan to kill the streets, with these songs
I'm here to kill the beats, 84, cars look Beautiful
Ice Cream Paint job, everything opposite of a funeral
As for as atrology goes, I′m Christology bro
But I get my daily paper, that's reality bro
84 with paint banging, nigga I′m 84 swinging

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Verse 2 Mike Jones


84, you know NOC is disrespectful
Gets his bread, his daily special
84 and I read the gazette
Walking Tall, money yes
In the middle of reality, unsolved mysteries riddle
I'm the man, you're Malcom in the middle
Out here in the south, we sippin crystill
With Jerry Curl wheels
Houston southside 7 1 3, protecting who are we
On the sprite, mixed with some co-dean
My ride is wet, it′s shower clean
I make it rain, make hoes reign on me
Sippin oil with the thugs and G′s
No Harmony is my policy
Streets on patrol, niggaz watching me
And cops obviously
I'm on Abbey Road, let it be
Having them say your majesty
Here comes the sun
Thy will be done
I′m chopping blades
Trying to get paid
I'm switching lanes
Vogue Swinging
I′m 84 swinging
Trunk banging
Candy paint, looks spacy
Saturn as far as cash
Jupiter as how much they hate me
And this is my earth
Blue for hard times, green for paper
My money is too long to fit on paper
Go farther than Lawrence Taylor

Chorus

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Verse 3- No Came

I'm still the shit
Getting paid, still the shit
Streets deceptive, watching where I go
84, And I′m keeping it real
Whose to say I'm not keeping it real
Meaning what I say, car is steel
It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
It'll take you days to get where you supposed
Not at the line at the scrimmage, you at the end zone
Been at ya graveyard, you ain′t god
You′re mortal, and just normal
Come with an earthquake, then storm you
Don't slip, I′m fo' to set trip, to get papers
We, I get paper that stack harder than bricks
Introduction to Mayhem, on some Daz Dillinger shit
What you wanna be, a gangsta or a gang star?
Make your mind up before your times up
I′m already to far, too already hard
I run the streets; y'all try hard
The whole testimony - against fake and phony
Up in Landover you can get killed for that paint job and wheels
I love the dollar dollar bill
What I got′ll see through your armor shield
Show you how breakdown with your bills
Switch with wheels, Clark Kent ya steel
Save the world, but keep it real
Recognize the real side that I bring
On the hunt for the cheese
Made it out of the ghetto
Safe to say, You know I'm riding higher than paper planes
Shout out to my man's Wale

Chorus

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Verse 4-Mike Jones

84, and got damn respected
Words right, money I′m checkin
Living large, haters respect it
If Tomorrow comes, I go on Maino′s exit
Hard living, trying to be grown when I'm a child
Bound by negativity
Streets is wild, game is so trickery
So much problems on history
They say the streets ain′t safe no more
For us youngsters, shot callers, and hustlers
Take a chance, might get busted
Riding all day, Rick Ross like getting high
Head on the top, money till the sky
Gatter all the money, make it multiply
Many hood stories told, we analyze
We flip chickens here, but it's hard some times
Rididin and leaning because I′m lonely
This world sees me, but don't know me
Drinkin and leaning because I′m lonely
I said Drinkin and leaning because I'm lonely
Houstan Texas, Expect the Unexpected
84 swinging

Chorus

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Chorus 2

When it comes to respect
Counting money is best
I'm 84 swinging
Pimp anguish2x

When it comes to respect
Counting money is best
I′m 84 swinging
Pimp anguish2x

When it comes to respect
Counting money is best
I′m 84 swinging
Pimp anguish2x

When it comes to respect
Counting money is best
I'm 84 swinging
Pimp anguish2x

I′m 84 swinging 34x