Survivin the Drought

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