Drought Season lyrics

[Intro: E-40]
Yeah, E-40 and the muthaf*ckin' C-L-I-C-K in this muthaf*cka, you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the muthaf*ckin' side of me
We finna spit some of this old flamboyant sh*t
Check game:

[Verse 1: E-40]
It's another one of them droughts, my sahob, and this sh*t costs us like f*ck
n*ggas takin' losses that they can't make up
Gettin' gaffled for some of that sh*t call cake up
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*t that I'm sellin'!
'Cause during the drought season, n*ggas be lookin' for a reason to rush ya
So I suggest you put up your bootsies, man, and pull out your buckets

[Verse 2: Kaveo]
Here's another part of this sh*t that a n*gga needs to uplift about the game
The drought season, mane, 'cause this sh*t here never remains the same
And a brother ain't about to let his muthaf*ckin' capital go lame
So instead he's gots to get scandalous
'Cause he can't keep up and handle his business
Like he used to, and he ain't with really being through
Gets outta school and a kid gotta make a smooth come-up lick
Catchin' muthaf*ckas outta bounds, swerve
Breakin' they punk ass, leave 'em stirred
This is the type of sh*t that occur
So don't get caught loose on turf
[Verse 3: E-40]
I gots meals, wheels, and about five thousand dollars worth of bills
Bank account way in the red, f*ckin' with the highest overhead
Jackin' off my money, yo' ass is out, boy, and I promise you that
I'm a money hungry muthaf*cka and I'm so serious about my scratch
So your 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' muthaf*ckas 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 muthaf*cka' with A-1 yola
None of that ol' cake up with bakin' soda
It gets released, ceased, and then the prices rises like yeast
Those who got 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*ggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feast'n
The Drought Season, n*ggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feast'n

[Verse 4: Kaveo]
A n*gga's tryin' to work hard on a meal ticket so I can't stand to be dry
'Cause after strong demand and supply
But in the drought season it's hard to get by
n*ggas be runnin' off with D gafflin' muthaf*ckas, startin' at chances
'Cause a n*gga's mail ain't too muthaf*ckin' fancy
Rollin' around in a deuce-and-a-quarter
Can't get caught loose on the border
Sittin' on them thangs like 40 would say
f*ckin' with a b*tch's brain
[Verse 5: E-40]
Can't be affected by the Great Depression
This country is in a recession, I reckon
So let me give yo ass a funkin' lesson
Never let a muthaf*cka know what you got or what you buyin'
It's them bootsie muthaf*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

[Verse 6: Kaveo]
Now check game, I'm tryin' to do my own muthaf*ckin' thang
But sh*t just ain't right
The heaters done got way too tight
Jackin' muthaf*cka's on sight
But I'm a n*gga that don't give a f*ck
When I'm tryin to get my cash flow up
In one of them there seasons whatever the reason may be
n*ggas comin' up short, tied, gagged, washed ashore from out from sea
For sale signs on a n*gga's sh*t
'Cause he ain't got no muthaf*ckin' D
Sellin' up everything made of material, G
The Drought Season

[Chorus]
The Drought Season, n*ggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feast'n
The Drought Season, n*ggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feast'n
[Verse 7: E-40]
I'm really not all sure about when things is finna mature
So let me find me a n*gga with a grip and hit his ass quick with a lick
What's your definition of a lick?
Takin' a n*ggas sh*t
Put that on somethin'
I put that on The Click
If you consider yourself a hustla, you can't be no busta brown
Stackin' mail, straight come up and when funk come around, be down

[Verse 8: Kaveo]
A n*gga's gotta have some type of hustle
Whether it's sellin' dank or robbin' banks
Snitches can't go to the pen 'cause they'll f*ck around and wind up shanked
In the presence of drought season, sh*t gets hectic
n*ggas losin' they lives when they least expect it

[Verse 9: E-40]
It's E-40 and my cousin Kaveo lettin' muthaf*ckas know, mayne
Spittin' that ol' sh*t that muthaf*ckas don't understand, and
Tardy to the crazy ass game, yeah, but gotta be clever
Especially in this type of weather, ya Know?
The Drought Season
("Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal flour")

[Chorus]
The Drought Season, n*ggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feast'n
The Drought Season, n*ggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feast'n
The Drought Season, n*ggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feast'n
The Drought Season, n*ggas lookin' for a reason
It's like Thanksgiving without the feast'n

[Outro]
("Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal flour")
("Cheap rock or some powdered soap")
("Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal flour")
("Cheap rock or some powdered soap")
("Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal flour")
("Cheap rock or some powdered soap")
("Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal flour")
("Cheap rock or some powdered soap")