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[Verse 1: Deuce Poppi] |
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Last year was a great year, ask the click |
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But this year was scarred down to our last half of brick |
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Trying to survive in the drought wher it ain't no blow |
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It ain't no piece yo it ain't no dough |
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Yo 95 south sun roof moon light |
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Po-pos tight down before the turnpike |
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The last lick went sour feds jammed the blow |
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But like a weather man its a light chance of snow |
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Lay low at the bottom at the tell |
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Wait patient for my Haitian to hit me on the cell |
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Cause my Haitian cartell they always work |
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They even had shit when the Cubans were hurt |
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My Nigga hit back he ain't got no dope |
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He said the coast gaurd just knocked off the boat |
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He said the feds in Texas they out of control |
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Knocking off major bricks with the border patrol |
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A nigga couldn't rap long cause the phones they be wired up |
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I be god damned the whole east coast dried up |
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A nigga went from raw dope to cheap base |
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Ridind round with the block fed in the brief case |
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(chorus) |
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Surviving in the drought where it ain't no blow |
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It ain't no piece yo it ain't no dough |
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It ain't no bricks no chips no food |
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So tell me what the **** am I suppose to do |
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(repeat 2x) |
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[Verse 2: Deuce Poppi] |
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In the drought I look the dope fiend right in the grill |
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Slang him a asprin or a vitamin pill |
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In the drought niggas panic when that money stop |
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Start slinging wamis and them dummy blocks |
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Hit the projects twurking in that 87 fleet drop |
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Set up shop with a 9 pack of sheet rock |
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Watcha a nigga get got |
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Now he wanna hit pop |
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He wanna brain wrestle he dont know I got my shit cocked |
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Cause in the drought you get stuck like a thumb tack |
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Dixie man got a 20 pack worth of come back |
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A player ****ed up till that drought go down |
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A nigga got to spread his hustle when the drought come round |
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(Im stuck a player ****ed up now im finna come back up) |
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Its back on with then pack playboy the blow flooded |
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The base heads happy and my workers show love it |
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M y dog hit the lick about two hundred birds |
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Off a Bahamian cruise ship that nigga got nerves |
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Now Cubans is beeping and the Haitians is calling |
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Im back to slanging Whole chickens popping cases and balling |
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I got to put the team on so Im looking them up |
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RJ he the chef He be cooking them up |
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While Im whipping em flipping breaking em down |
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With the straight razor chipping em |
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We got em harder than hard plus we pitching soft ball |
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Jumping for that how high this year gone cost yall |
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Since we the only niggas wit it |
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Its the lick of a life time |
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Coming up in the drought through the paroofeal pipe line |
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This time Im gone sit on me bout ten |
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Cause you never know when that drought coming again |
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Surviving in the drought, Surviving in the drought |
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(chorus) repeat 2 x |
