Surviving The Drought

作词:Saint Benson

作曲:Saint Benson

所属专辑:Thugs Are Us

歌词

@migu music@

Survivin' The Drought - Trick Daddy (崔克·迭地)

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 (Incomprehensible) so with ain't no dough

Yo 95 south sun roof moonlight

Po-pos tight down before the turnpike

The last lick went sour Fed's jammed the blow

But like a weather man it's a light chance of snow

Lay low at the bottom at the tell

Wait patient for my Haitian to hit me on the cell

'Cause my Haitian cartel they always work

They even had sh*t when the Cubans were hurt

My ni**a hit back he ain't got no coke

He said the coast guard just knocked off the boat

He said them Fed's in Texas they out of control

Knocking off major bricks with the border patrol

A ni**a couldn't rap long 'cause the phones they be wired up

I be goddamned the whole East coast dried up

A ni**a went from raw d**e to cheap base

Riding around with the block Fed in the brief case

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 f**k am I suppose to do

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 f**k am I suppose to do

In the drought I look the d**e fiend right in the grill

Slang him a Asprin or a vitamin pill

In the drought *z panic when that money stop

Start slinging wamis and them dummy blocks

Hit the projects twurking in that 87 fleet drop

Set up shop with a 9 pack of sheet rock

Watcha a ni**a get hot now he wanna hit pop

He wanna brain wrestle he don't know I got my sh*t cocked

Cause in the drought you get stuck like a thumb tack

Dixie man got a 20 pack worth of come back

A player f**ked up till that drought go down

A ni**a got to spread his hustle when the drought come around

I'm stuck a player f**ked up now I'm finna come back up

It's back on with then pack playboy the blow flooded

The base heads happy and my workers show love it

My dog hit the lick about two hundred birds

Off a Bahamian cruise ship that ni**a got nerves

Now Cubans is beeping and the Haitians is calling

I'm back to slanging whole chickens popping cases and balling

I got to put the team on so I'm looking them up

RJ he the chef he be cooking them up hooking them up

While I'm whipping them flipping breaking them down

With the straight razor chipping them

We got them harder than hard plus we pitching soft ball

Jumping for that how high this year gone cost y'all

Since we the only *z wit it

It's the lick of a life time

Coming up in the drought through the paroofeal pipe line

This time I'm gone sit on me about ten

Cause you never know when that drought coming again

Surviving in the drought surviving in the drought

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 f**k am I suppose to do

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 f**k am I suppose to do

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