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(E-40)
Yeah E-40 and the muth*fkin c-l-i-c-k in this muth*fka, you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the muth*fkin side of me
We fin to spit some of this old flamboyant s**t, check game-
It's another one of them drought spots, a ha-bin cost is like fk it
taken loses that they can't make up
Gettin gaffled for some of that s**t call cake-up
Strechin the cr*p, 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 s**t that I'm sellin
Cuz during the drought season 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 s**t that a up lift about the game
The drought season main, cuz this s**t here never remains the same
And a brother ain't about to let his muth*fkin 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' muth*fkas outta bounds swerv,
breakin they punk as* leavin scared
Cuz this is the type of s**t 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, fkin with the highest overhead
Jackin off my money yo as* is out boy and I promise you that
I'm a money hungry muth*fka 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 muth*fkas 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 muth*fka 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 lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feast -n (2 x)
(kaveo)
A 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
be runnin' off with D gafflin muth*fkas, startin at chances
Cuz a mail ain't to muth*fka fancy,
rollin around with a duece and a quarter
Can't get caught lose on the border, sittin on them thangs like 40
Stay fkin with a girls brain
(40)
Can't be affected by the great depression
this country is in a recession, I reckon
So let me give yo as* a funky lesson-
Never let a muth*fka know what you got or what you buyin
It's dem bootsee muth*fkas in your town that's always dyin'
Stay low, play the background, keep your s**t on a hush mate
Hit it hard one time and then hibernate
(Kaveo)
Now check game I'm tryin to do my own muth*fkin' thang
but s**t just ain't right
For heaters that just got way to tight, Jackin muth*fka's on sight
But I'm a nigg* that don't give a fk
when I'm tryin to get my cashflow up
And render them seasons what ever the reason may be, comin up
short tye, Gag, Watch em short out from sea,
for sale signs on a nigg*'s s**t
Cuz he ain't got no muth*fkin' 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 nigg* with a grip and hit his as* quick with a lick
What's your definition of a lick?
Takin' a s**t
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 nigg*'s gotta have some type of hustle
whether it be sellin' Dank or robbin banks
Snitches can't go to the pen cuz they fk around and wind up shanked
In the presence of drought season s**t gets hectic
losin they lives when they least expect it
(E-40)
It's E-40 and my cousin Kaveo lettin' muth*fkas know main
Spittin that ol s**t that muth*fkas don't understand an
Tardy to the crazy as* 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
