E-40 - Drought Season Lyrics
(e-40)Yeah e-40 and the mutha*****in c-l-i-c-k in this mutha*****a, you knowI got my cousin kaveo on the mutha*****in side of meWe fin to spit some of this old flamboyant shit, check game-Its another one of them drought spots, a ha-bin cost is like ***** itNiggaz taken loses that they cant make upGettin gaffled for some of that shit call cake-upStrechin the crap, making a bad batchThe screen from a trweekers pipe turns blackSo they go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin a fool yellinBut yall know there aint no refunds in the shit that Im sellinCuz during the drought season niggaz be lookin for a reason to rush yaSo I suggest you put up your bootsees man and pull out your buckets(kaveo)Heres another part of this shit that a niggaz up lift about the gameThe drought season main, cuz this shit here never remains the sameAnd a brother aint about to let his mutha*****in capital go meinSo instead he gots to get scandlousCuz he cant keep up and handle hisbuisnessLike he use to and he aint really wit being through, get to it dudeGotta pull a straight come-up, lickCatchin mutha*****as outta bounds swerv,Breakin they punk ass leavin scaredCuz this is the type of shit that occurSo dont get caught loose on perv(40)I gots meals, wheels, and about 5 thousand dollars worth of billsBank account way on the red, *****in with the highest overheadJackin off my money yo ass is out boy and I promise you thatIm a money hungry mutha*****a and Im so serious about my scratchSo youre best bet isTo check yourself before you wreck yourself punk botchI gets down and dirty like dr. ruth and I put that on the goochDroppin mutha*****as just like a bad habit, dag nab itTricks wanna get outta line I let em have itNow bag it, I gots ice cream candyAnd all kinds of things of that flavorAnd maybe later I might be willing to go low as long as you buyer beforeCuz Im the only mutha*****a with a-1 yola,None of that ol caken with baking sodaIt gets released, ceased, and then the prices rises like yeastThose who gots leftovers will become obese,Triplin my mail off the triple beam scaleI even got enemies with envy askin me for yayoChorus -The drought season niggaz lookin for a reasonIts like thanksgiving without the feast -n (2 x)(kaveo)A niggaz tryin to work hard on a meal ticket so I cant stand to be dryCuz after the stronger man supplyBut in the drought season its too hard to get byNiggaz be runnin off with d gafflin mutha*****as, startin at chancesCuz a niggaz mail aint to mutha*****a fancy,Rollin around with a duece and a quarterCant get caught lose on the border, sittin on them thangs like 40Stay *****in with a *****es brain(40)Cant be affected by the great depressionThis country is in a recession, I reckonSo let me give yo ass a funky lesson-Never let a mutha*****a know what you got or what you buyinIts dem bootsee mutha*****as in your town thats always dyinStay low, play the background, keep your shit on a hush mateHit it hard one time and then hibernate(kaveo)Now check game Im tryin to do my own mutha*****in thangBut shit just aint rightFor heaters that just got way to tight, jackin mutha*****as on sightBut Im a nigga that dont give a *****When Im tryin to get my cashflow upAnd render them seasons what ever the reason may be, niggaz comin upShort tye, gag, watch em short out from sea,For sale signs on a niggas shitCuz he aint got no mutha*****in d,Sellin up everything made of material gThe drought seasonChorus(e-40)Im really not all sure about them thangs that fin to matureBut let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick with a lickWhats your definition of a lick?Takin a niggas shitHey, put that on sumptinI put that on the click,If you consider yourself a hustla cant be no busta brownStackin mail, straight come upin, when funk come around be down(kaveo)A niggas gotta have some type of hustleWhether it be sellin dank or robbin banksSnitches cant go to the pen cuz they ***** around and wind up shankedIn the presence of drought season shit gets hecticNiggaz losin they lives when they least expect it(e-40)Its e-40 and my cousin kaveo lettin mutha*****as know mainSpittin that ol shit that mutha*****as dont understand anTardy to the crazy ass game, never gotta be cleverSpecially in this type of weather, ya know?The drought seasonChorus (4x)Thought he had cane but it was gold medal flour
