Studio Ton - Drought Season lyrics

(E-40) Yeah E-40 and the mothaf**in' C-L-I-C-K in this mothaf**a', you know I got my cousin Kaveo on the mothaf**in' side of me We fin to spit some of this old flamboyant sh**, check game: It's another one of them droughts, my sohob, and this sh** costs us like f** n***as takin' losses that they can't make up Gettin' gaffled for some of that sh** call caika Stretchin' the crack, makin' a bad batch The screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black! So they go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin' a fool yellin' But you all know it ain't no refunds in this sh** that I'm sellin'! Cause during the drought season, n***as be lookin' for a reason to rush ya So I suggest you put up your bootsies, man, and pull out your buckets (Kaveo) Here's another part of this sh** that a n***a sieze up, that knew about the game The drought season mayne, cuz this sh** here never remains the same And a brother ain't about to let his mothaf**in' capital go, mayne So instead hes gots to get scandalous Cuz he can't keep up and handle to his buisness - Like he used to and he ain't rich when he being through Gets outta school and a kid gotta make a smooth, come-up lick Catchin' muthaf**as outta bounds, swerv Breakin' they punk a**, leave em scured This is the type of sh** that occur So don't get caught loose on turf (40) I gots meals, wheels, and about 5 thousand dollars worth of bills Bank account way on the red, f**in' with the highest overhead Jackin' off my money yo' a** is out boy and I promise you that I'm a money hungry mothaf**a' and I'm so serious about my scratch So you're best bet is to check-yourself before you wreck -yourself punk bootch I gets down and dirty like Dr. Ruth, and I put that on the Gooch Droppin' mothaf**as just like a bad habit, dag-nab-it Tricks wanna get outta line I let 'em have it, now bag it I got Ice Cream Candy and all kinds of things of that flavor And maybe later I might be willin' to go low as long as you a buyer before Cause I'm the only mothaf**a' with A-1 Yola None of that ol' cakin' with bakin' 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 n***as lookin' for a reason It's like Thanksgiving without the feast -n (2 x) (kaveo) A n***as 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 n***as be runnin' off with D gafflin muthaf**as, startin at chances Cuz a n***as mail ain't to muthaf**a fancy Rollin around with a duece and a quarter Can't get caught lose on the border, sittin on them thangs like 40 Stay f**in with a b**hes brain (40) Can't be affected by the great depression This country is in a recession, I reckon So let me give yo a** a funky lesson- Never let a muthaf**a know what you got or what you buyin It's dem bootsee muthaf**as in your town that's always dyin' Stay low, play the background, keep your sh** on a hush mate Hit it hard one time and then hibernate (Kaveo) Now check game I'm tryin to do my own muthaf**in' thang But sh** just ain't right For heaters that just got way to tight, Jackin muthaf**a's on sight But I'm a n***a that don't give a f** When I'm tryin to get my cashflow up And render them seasons what ever the reason may be, n***as comin up Short tye, Gag, Watch em short out from sea For sale signs on a n***a's sh** Cuz he ain't got no muthaf**in' 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 n***a with a grip and hit his a** quick with a lick What's your definition of a lick? Takin' a n***as sh** 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 n***a's gotta have some type of hustle Whether it be sellin' Dank or robbin banks Snitches can't go to the pen cuz they f** around and wind up shanked In the presence of drought season sh** gets hectic n***as losin they lives when they least expect it (E-40) It's E-40 and my cousin Kaveo lettin' muthaf**as know main Spittin that ol sh** that muthaf**as don't understand an Tardy to the crazy a** 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