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 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 them Fed's 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 goddamned the whole East coast dried up A nigga went from raw dope to cheap base Ridin' 'round 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 fuck 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 fuck am I suppose to do? In the drought I look the dope fiend right in the grill Slang him a Asprin or a vitamin pill In the drought niggaz 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 nigga get hot, now he wanna hit pop He wanna brain wrestle he don't 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 drought go down A nigga got to spread his hustle when the drought come 'round I'm stuck a player fucked 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 nigga 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, hookin' them up While I'm whipping 'em, flipping breaking 'em down With the straight razor chipping 'em We got 'em harder than hard plus we pitching soft ball Jumping for that how high this year gone cost y'all Since we the only niggaz 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 'bout 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 fuck 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 fuck am I suppose to do?