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E-40 - Drought Season lyrics
(e-40) Yeah e-40 and the muthafuckin c-l-i-c-k in this muthafucka, you know I got my cousin kaveo on the muthafuckin side of me We fin to spit some of this old flamboyant shit, check game- It's another one of them drought spots, a ha-bin cost is like fuck it Niggaz taken loses that they can't make up Gettin gaffled for some of that shit call cake-up Strechin the crap, making a bad batch The screen from a trweekers pipe turns black So they go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin' a fool yellin' But ya'll know there ain't no refunds in the shit that i'm sellin Cuz during the drought season niggaz be lookin' for a reason to rush ya So i suggest you put up your bootsees man and pull out your buckets (kaveo) Here's another part of this shit that a niggaz up lift about the game The drought season main, cuz this shit here never remains the same And a brother ain't about to let his muthafuckin capital go mein So instead he gots to get scandlous Cuz he can't keep up and handle hisbuisness Like he use to and he ain't really wit being through, get to it dude Gotta pull a straight come-up, lick Catchin' muthafuckas outta bounds swerv, Breakin they punk ass leavin scared Cuz this is the type of shit that occur So don't get caught loose on perv (40) I gots meals, wheels, and about 5 thousand dollars worth of bills Bank account way on the red, fuckin with the highest overhead Jackin off my money yo ass is out boy and i promise you that I'm a money hungry muthafucka and i'm so serious about my scratch So you're best bet is To check yourself before you wreck yourself punk botch I gets down and dirty like dr. ruth and i put that on the gooch Droppin muthafuckas just like a bad habit, dag nab it Tricks wanna get outta line i let 'em have it Now bag it, i gots ice cream candy And all kinds of things of that flavor And maybe later i might be willing to go low as long as you buyer before Cuz i'm the only muthafucka with a-1 yola, None of that ol caken with baking soda It gets released, ceased, and then the prices rises like yeast Those who gots leftovers will become obese, Triplin' my mail off the triple beam scale I even got enemies with envy askin' me for yayo Chorus - The drought season niggaz lookin' for a reason It's like thanksgiving without the feast -n (2 x) (kaveo) A niggaz tryin to work hard on a meal ticket so i can't stand to be dry Cuz after the stronger man supply But in the drought season it's too hard to get by Niggaz be runnin' off with d gafflin muthafuckas, startin at chances Cuz a niggaz mail ain't to muthafucka fancy, Rollin around with a duece and a quarter Can't get caught lose on the border, sittin on them thangs like 40 Stay fuckin with a bitches brain (40) Can't be affected by the great depression This country is in a recession, i reckon So let me give yo ass a funky lesson- Never let a muthafucka know what you got or what you buyin It's dem bootsee muthafuckas in your town that's always dyin' Stay low, play the background, keep your shit on a hush mate Hit it hard one time and then hibernate (kaveo) Now check game i'm tryin to do my own muthafuckin' thang But shit just ain't right For heaters that just got way to tight, jackin muthafucka's on sight But i'm a nigga that don't give a fuck When i'm tryin to get my cashflow up And render them seasons what ever the reason may be, niggaz comin up Short tye, gag, watch em short out from sea, For sale signs on a nigga's shit Cuz he ain't got no muthafuckin' d, Sellin' up everything made of material g The drought season Chorus (e-40) I'm really not all sure about them thangs that fin to mature But let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick with a lick What's your definition of a lick? Takin' a niggas shit Hey, put that on sumptin I put that on the click, If you consider yourself a hustla can't be no busta brown Stackin mail, straight come upin', when funk come around be down (kaveo) A nigga's gotta have some type of hustle Whether it be sellin' dank or robbin banks Snitches can't go to the pen cuz they fuck around and wind up shanked In the presence of drought season shit gets hectic Niggaz losin they lives when they least expect it (e-40) It's e-40 and my cousin kaveo lettin' muthafuckas know main Spittin that ol shit that muthafuckas don't understand an Tardy to the crazy ass game, never gotta be clever Specially in this type of weather, ya know? The drought season Chorus (4x) Thought he had cane but it was gold medal flour |
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