drought season lyrics – e-40

yeah e-40 and the m*th*f*ckin c-l-i-c-k in this m*th*f*cka, you know
i got my cousin kaveo on the m*th*f*ckin side of me
we fin to spit some of this old flamboyant sh*t, check game-

it’s another one of them drought’s my sahobs, and sh*t be costly like f*ck
n*gg*z taken loses that they can’t make up
gettin gaffled for some of that sh*t call cake-up
strechin the crack, making a bad batch
the screen from a tweekers 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 sh*t that i’m sellin
’cause during the drought season n*gg*z be lookin’ for a reason to rush ya
so i suggest you put up your bootsees man and pull out your buckets

here’s another part of this sh*t that a n*gg*z up lift about the game
the drought season main, ’cause this sh*t here never remains the same
and a brother ain’t about to let his m*th*f*ckin capital go mein
so instead he gots to get scandlous
’cause 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’ m*th*f*ckas outta bounds swerv,
breakin they punk *ss leavin scared
’cause this is the type of sh*t that occur
so don’t get caught loose on perv

i gots meals, wheels, and about 5 thousand dollars worth of bills
bank account way on the red, f*ckin with the highest overhead
jackin off my money yo *ss is out boy and i promise you that
i’m a money hungry m*th*f*cka 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 m*th*f*ckas 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
’cause i’m the only m*th*f*cka 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 n*gg*z lookin’ for a reason
it’s like thanksgiving without the feast -n (2 x)

a n*gg*z tryin to work hard on a meal ticket so i can’t stand to be dry
’cause after the stronger man supply
but in the drought season it’s too hard to get by
n*gg*z be runnin’ off with d gafflin m*th*f*ckas, startin at chances
’cause a n*gg*z mail ain’t to m*th*f*cka fancy,
rollin around with a duece and a quarter
can’t get caught lose on the border, sittin on them thangs like 40
say f*ckin with a b*tches brain

can’t be affected by the great depression
this country is in a recession, i reckon
so let me give yo *ss a funkin lesson-
never let a m*th*f*cka know what you got or what you buyin
it’s dem bootsee m*th*f*ckas in your town that’s always dyin’
stay low, play the background, keep your sh*t on a hush mate
hit it hard one time and then hibernate

now check game i’m tryin to do my own m*th*f*ckin’ thang
but sh*t just ain’t right
for heaters that just got way to tight, jackin m*th*f*cka’s on sight
but i’m a n*gg* that don’t give a f*ck
when i’m tryin to get my cashflow up
and render them seasons what ever the reason may be, n*gg*z comin up
short tye, gag, watch em short out from sea,
for sale signs on a n*gg*’s sh*t
’cause he ain’t got no m*th*f*ckin’ d,
sellin’ up everything made of material g
the drought season


i’m really not all sure about them thangs that fin to mature
but let me find me a n*gg* with a grip and hit his *ss quick with a lick
what’s your definition of a lick?
takin’ a n*gg*s sh*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

a n*gg*’s gotta have some type of hustle
whether it be sellin’ dank or robbin banks
snitches can’t go to the pen ’cause they f*ck around and wind up shanked
in the presence of drought season sh*t gets hectic
n*gg*z losin they lives when they least expect it

it’s e-40 and my cousin kaveo lettin’ m*th*f*ckas know main
spittin that ol playa sh*t that m*th*f*ckas don’t understand an
tardy to the crazy *ss 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

/ e 40 lyrics