1.Drought Season
(e-40)
Yeah e-40 and the muthafuckin c-l-i-c-k in this muthafucka, you
know
I got my cousin kaveo on the muthafuckin side of me
We fin to spit some of this old flamboyant shit, check game-
It's another one of them drought spots, a ha-bin cost is like
fuck it
Niggaz taken loses that they can't make up
Gettin gaffled for some of that shit call cake-up
Strechin the crap, making a bad batch
The screen from a trweekers pipe turns black
So they go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin' a fool yellin'
But ya'll know there ain't no refunds in the shit that i'm
sellin
Cuz during the drought season niggaz be lookin' for a reason to
rush ya
So i suggest you put up your bootsees man and pull out your
buckets
(kaveo)
Here's another part of this shit that a niggaz up lift about the
game
The drought season main, cuz this shit here never remains the
same
And a brother ain't about to let his muthafuckin capital go mein
So instead he gots to get scandlous
Cuz he can't keep up and handle hisbuisness
Like he use to and he ain't really wit being through, get to it
dude
Gotta pull a straight come-up, lick
Catchin' muthafuckas outta bounds swerv,
Breakin they punk ass leavin scared
Cuz this is the type of shit that occur
So don't get caught loose on perv
(40)
I gots meals, wheels, and about 5 thousand dollars worth of
bills
Bank account way on the red, fuckin with the highest overhead
Jackin off my money yo ass is out boy and i promise you that
I'm a money hungry muthafucka and i'm so serious about my
scratch
So you're best bet is
To check yourself before you wreck yourself punk botch
I gets down and dirty like dr. ruth and i put that on the gooch
Droppin muthafuckas just like a bad habit, dag nab it
Tricks wanna get outta line i let 'em have it
Now bag it, i gots ice cream candy
And all kinds of things of that flavor
And maybe later i might be willing to go low as long as you
buyer before
Cuz i'm the only muthafucka with a-1 yola,
None of that ol caken with baking soda
It gets released, ceased, and then the prices rises like yeast
Those who gots 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 niggaz lookin' for a reason
It's like thanksgiving without the feast -n (2 x)
(kaveo)
A niggaz tryin to work hard on a meal ticket so i can't stand to
be dry
Cuz after the stronger man supply
But in the drought season it's too hard to get by
Niggaz be runnin' off with d gafflin muthafuckas, startin at
chances
Cuz a niggaz mail ain't to muthafucka fancy,
Rollin around with a duece and a quarter
Can't get caught lose on the border, sittin on them thangs like
40
Stay fuckin with a bitches brain
(40)
Can't be affected by the great depression
This country is in a recession, i reckon
So let me give yo ass a funky lesson-
Never let a muthafucka know what you got or what you buyin
It's dem bootsee muthafuckas in your town that's always dyin'
Stay low, play the background, keep your shit on a hush mate
Hit it hard one time and then hibernate
(kaveo)
Now check game i'm tryin to do my own muthafuckin' thang
But shit just ain't right
For heaters that just got way to tight, jackin muthafucka's on
sight
But i'm a nigga that don't give a fuck
When i'm tryin to get my cashflow up
And render them seasons what ever the reason may be, niggaz
comin up
Short tye, gag, watch em short out from sea,
For sale signs on a nigga's shit
Cuz he ain't got no muthafuckin' d,
Sellin' up everything made of material g
The drought season
Chorus
(e-40)
I'm really not all sure about them thangs that fin to mature
But let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick
with a lick
What's your definition of a lick？
Takin' a niggas shit
Hey, put that on sumptin
I put that on the click,
If you consider yourself a hustla can't be no busta brown
Stackin mail, straight come upin', when funk come around be down
(kaveo)
A nigga's gotta have some type of hustle
Whether it be sellin' dank or robbin banks
Snitches can't go to the pen cuz they fuck around and wind up
shanked
In the presence of drought season shit gets hectic
Niggaz losin they lives when they least expect it
(e-40)
It's e-40 and my cousin kaveo lettin' muthafuckas know main
Spittin that ol shit that muthafuckas don't understand an
Tardy to the crazy ass game, never gotta be clever
Specially in this type of weather, ya know？
The drought season
Chorus (4x)
Thought he had cane but it was gold medal flour
2.Rat Heads
Rat heads get nothin but cheese y'all
(the nigga that talks, he's a bitch) 4x
Would you look, would you listen
Niggas be snitchin, talkin, rattin
All up in the joint, man, singin, chattin
Talkin all that old really fruitful riff-raff-ass shit, mayn
Speakin on every nigga in the muthafuckin dope game
He's scared like a mice
Po-po's talkin about 25 to life
But real niggas do the time, and pay the price, though
Rat heads give up game to the vice, you know
Trick sap wanna hang hisself like a dick
Just because he got popped with a half a zip
Chow time, niggas rush for the vittles
But rat head wants to the talk to the po-pos
Get me outta here, dude, i'm losin weight stressin
So they offer that man some police protection
He couldn't be from the hillside or the south
Cause my side of town don't go runnin off at the mouth
Mickey mouse spilled his guts
He said, 'they all drive chevys and cuts''
But they let him out without a doubt
Nothin-ass nigga, he straight ratted us out
But since he sang such a good song
The pigs even gave his ass a ride home
The blind mice couldn't read braille
They made him sit in the front seat, and drove him all over
vallejo
Popo's gives up no slack, all through the dope tracks
Lettin this shit really be known, jack
To get a bit too far, kind of ridiculously
Handed the rat some money, and said, 'nnow you work for me'
He was all for the scratch, see, and just like a batch, gee
The nigga played the role of a pussy
Little old peck, crevas-faced faggot
Nigga sold out, and now he wears a snitch jacket
On the turf they wants to get with his p.g.
But it'll draw too much heat, so they wait patiently
He won't be seen no time soon
Cause in the v-town he's doomed
Packed up and straight cut to susun
Got in the grill with all the hoods and thugs
Expressin, 'i'm from the v-town, duke 707'
Niggas and bitches was trippin and shit, havin a fit
He said, 'i even know e-40 and the fuckin click'
They damn near shitted, boss
Not knownin that the nigga was lyin his ass off
Meanwhile, back in vallejo
Brothers gettin knocked for possession of sale
The other races get away clean, brother
But niggas, we always gotta rat on each other
A party jumps off on blueberg street
Vallejo niggas in that muthafucka hella deep
No funk, no static, nobody's thinkin about a war
We got grump in the house, rhythm x, and hoes galore
Baththub full of liqor and wine
M.d. 20／20, ever clear, and rossi wine
All the danksters gather up
They play the five second game. hold it in, and get stupid stuck
Hoes gettin poked in the backroom
Fools goin home smellin like perfume
Nothin but ballers from different towns
A house full of nino browns
Shootin pool, playin craps and dominos
Niggas jackin off decks and five point o's
It's all good, cause nobody gives a fuck
But look who pops up
(the nigga that talks, he's a bitch)
Vallejo niggas yelled out (snitch!)
Mobbed his ass, beat him down to the dirt
And straight went bezerk
3.Federal
4.Outsmart The Po-po's
(yawn)(burp)
It's 9 am (fuck)time for a poisima,
Life at incent, sit on the toiletsump
The rossi got me smellin like i'm dead inside (sniff)
I'm stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin' to hide
I gotta go, flush the cumode, k ,
Threw on the same damn clothes i woreyesterday
Me got some niggaz come down from outta town see
They want to meet me half way at the nut tree
But i'm starvin' so i'm chargin'
15-5 for the margerine, a-1 yola tightly packed,
17-5 for the coochierack
Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milameter bereta
The broad that be holdin' my d she love me,
Long as i keep dickin her down properly
Sittin low in my cut not like a failure,
In front of baby's house
Straight talkin on a cellular
Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake,
With the gypsyness before it's too late
Penitentury time drastic, here she come with a kilo in a baby
basket
Gotta play your cards right, game tight,
Can't be slippin in the 90's, damn right
Chorus -
Outsmart the po po,
Known to the marks as the don't knows,
You gotta
I wear street clothes
Pants be saggin', i'm not bootsee
And i don't drive a dope wagon
Huh, got a grip and i don't be braggin,
Can't be laggin', gotta keep stackin' (yeah)
I keeps me a strap in case ah, i gots to shoot a simp in his
face ah,
It's better to be got with then without,
Jealous muthafuckas would love it if they heard that i was
tweakin' out
Seniors in the summertime, ralleys in the winter (yeah)
Ridin' with a light skinned big booty tender
Harass them muthafuckas on gold shoes,
Tryin' to put a stop on my revenues
The po po i dislike em (hate em)
Crooked ass cops will make you vital
But you know that i know the po po
Would love for a nigga to even attempt to act black
That's why you gotta-
Chorus
(b-legit)
It's saturday night and to the night club
I got the tanqueray, juice, and the green bud
Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty ya'll,
A brand new thang lookin nifty ya'll
I open the juice and then i take some swallows (yeah)
And the muthafuckin gin to the same bottle (that's right)
Roll me a splift and put the ounce in the back (then what)
I keep it the trunk right next to the gat (what they do doe)
Po po jacked but can't fuck with me (what you got？)
An open juice bottle and a little ol' doobie (what they got to
kiss？)
Cops better kiss my ass for a nigga like legitament to blast
Chorus
5.Hide 'n' Seek
6.Let Em Have It
(e-40)
I never stayed my ass home i always thought that i was grown
In the traffic i was gone you see my head was made of stone
Got a problem with me？
Then feel free muthafucka don't be talkin under yo breath
Cuz that might be the cause of your death
Cuz i'ma quick to stop a nigga in his tracks main
So lets get this shit out in the open
I used to like to go from the shoulders get em up, one on ones
Now it's a whole different ball game niggas that carry guns
A sucka will kill you first, and you will be layin in the hurst
Takin a deep ass sleep knowin it wasn't worth
Provin you wasn't a punk
Niggas don't want to thump
Niggas just want to funk and shot up a niggas trunk
I met a bitch last week at the orgen room
Bought her a drink and said 'whats up on the telly room？'
Just then i felt some trouble kickin in
Spotted her x-boyfriend who had just got out the pen
Muthafuckas get to baulkin when the liquors talkin
Drunk muthafucka step on my toe and kept on walkin
I said 'what's up with ya potna, say excuse me or somethin'
He turned around looked at me and started mean muggin
I guess he thought he pumped fear until i said
'nigga don't you know i'll have you touchin everything in here'
He went for his pistol and didn't know i was strapin
Dag nab it, i had to let him have it
What type of nigga did he think you was e？
I know he didn't think that you were some kind of peanut or
somethin.
He must of been retarded to the fact that you get a thrill out
of killin
Now tell me somethin' why do muthafuckas wait till that nigga
commits
Himself to realize that a hillside hillbilly is the wrong type
of
Nigga to fuck with？ e do you feel me？
Yeah i feel ya sahob
Well lets take it to the next page then
Oh you mean that part about the dungeon？
You knoowww!!!
The next morning, i'm sittin in the dungeon-wonderin
Should i be dissed nope i did it in self defense
I wasn't twisted, i hadn't even started yet
It happened to fast before someone could stop me
I wish i had some dank weed
While i wait out these 24 more hours before i plead
Freedom i'm gonna miss ya (i wish i had some dice)
Made me some dice out of some water and toilet tissue
Now this the part thats fucked up
I walks into the dayroom manner room what the fuck
I never thought that i would straight make ah
The front page of the newspaper
Shut up a do wop, shut up a do wop
Man they bout to send me up state ah
Talking that shit about makin me a muthafuckin faggot
I make a shank outta plastic and let a nigga have it
That's whats really goin down
Cuz when a muthafuckas down for the count
You gotta be about it or be without it
Cuz what a muthafucka once told me see a mark sleep
Leave him sleep in the middle of the street
If you can't stand the heat stay up out the kitchen
Now i'm still in the county's face
Fighting this funky ass 187 case
Shoot me a kite that's a good way to mingle
I'll be in this bitch eatin' shit on the fuckin shingle
Gettin big as a house- bulkin up
400 club waiting for the mercedes deep roll it up
My dream came true after almost 2 years of incareration
Now i'm out drinkin brew havin fun with my folks
Lovin' everybody gettin twisted and crackin jokes
Huggin anybody cryin
I missed every nigga in my click and i ain't lyin
We bones out to a party
I'm on p-role but what can i say
I can't let em know i'm stuck
I roast bitches but i'm not a damn peanut
Now i'm at the party thought i wasn't
Dancin' with the dead niggas fine ass cousin
I wonder if she thinkin' my my my
The bitch been lovin me ever since hogan high
She had some hard ass cousins that wasn't wit it
They went out they way to make sure that i didn't get it
But now tricks is for kids silly rabbit
I had to let em have
Muthafucka!
Muthafucka!
Mutha-mutha-mutha-muthafucka!
Muthafucka!
Muthafuck-muthafucka!
7.Questions
8.Extra Mannish
(e-40)
I'm a little mannish muthafucka
I take after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana but now i'm selling yola
Shit was gettin hella funky at first
When a nigga was stealin a bitches purse
Ended up gettin kicked out of every vallejo school
They clocked me like a circus
I was the little mannish motherfucker showing off in the back of
the church
My momma was quick to hit me with a switch and i say 'that
hurts'
Get to the house, go to my room and talk some trash
I never believed a hard head made a soft ass
Cuz i be moving fast and i'd be tryin to stash
Beat up the pizza man and then i straight dashed
Disobidient sport cut my days short
My momma got tired of takin' my ass back and forth ta court
I said 'momma i'ma straighten up for you and i promise i won't
warrant'
Got me a job as a paper boy
21 dollars a month
5 o'clock in the morning
Damn i'm slavin' for the fucking white man
21 dollars might buy me some ？？(poor carpet chicken george)
I'm tired of muthafuckas fuckin over me
How can i find a way to make some real money？
But you don't feel me
I was tired of being broke lookin coked down
Came up off a twenty dollar put me down
Next thing you know i was up to about a quarter of a ki' rollin
Niggaz was trippin' off me cuz i was a young muthafucka ballin'
Gettin my fetti on but when there was funk i had to starve
Time to fetch the choppers and bring out the u-hauls
Extra mannish
I make you vanish
I play for keep
Investigate that ass till they find out where you sleep
Muthafucka it's commakausi
Don't even try me ahh
I bars none you best believe that i'ma bring me ah
Fully automatic tommy with the infared say i'm sorry
Before i pump your ass full of lead and dump the body
Extra mannish, that's what people be calling me
Oh we can be cool until you get to threatening me
I loose my temper and shit my eyes turn red
Blow my top and get real hot at the head
I guess i'm a failure, i gots no future in my front
All i'm able to do is sell dope and hit the blunt
Don't ask me why sometimes i go to church and testify
The preacher preaches and i be dang near ready to cry
Repute the devil
I got to get out of the ghetto freak
Sometimes i wonder if mommy and daddy really payin me
Who would ever thought that a nigga like me
Would become such a bad ass youngster
My mommy and daddy done fucked around and created a damn monster
Why couldn't i wait till i was bigger
Before i started drinking malt liquor
I guess i was a nappy headed stubborn little mannish ass nigga
(mugzy)
Guess who comes through, comes through
It's me the y-o-u-n-g
M-u-g-z
I'm just as mannish as i wanna be i pack a 30-30
Niggas wanna blast me because i'm down and dirty
Extra mannish how i'm livin and i'm fuckin my neighbors bitch an
She lovin' every minute of the dick that i be givin
Bitches on my jock , bitches on my jock
Suckas on the block know i got a glock
Bini caps, b-coats and all of that
I'm beatin niggas down with a baseball bat
I'm havin revenues i'm gettin paid fool
A ghetto muthafucka with an attitude
S-i-c-k w-i-d i-t
It's young mugzy and e-40
It's explains why it's hard for us blacks and hispanics
And why we turned extra mannish
9.Carlos Rossi
(b-legit)
What's up fool, i got like 3 buck on the rossi
Let's go get perved
(e-40)
You don't wanna get perved, nigga
You don't wanna fuck wit this rossi shit
(...)
Man, don't forget the ice man
(e-40)
Oh, you want something to
O.k.
(chorus)
Top of the line wine, carlos rossi
Drinkin' on some of of that top of the line wine, carlos rossi
(e-40)
Top of the line wine carlos rossi, man
I drinks it all the time it's extra satisfying
Three of four times a day you can catch me drivin
Back and forth to the liquor store buyin
Jugs and jugs of tha shit cause i'm addicted wit no denying
Perving, swervin rannin all into the fuckin curb and
If i get one more d.u.i. then it's curtains
I can't cope, i guess i'm a alcoholic sometimes i hit the
chronic
It's just like gin and tonic when it's time to get erotic
5.99 for a big ass bottle of rossi wine it's right on time
Once you become a member of my drinkin' club you will find
The key to set ya free so give it a try
But don't mistake it for chablis unless you already high
Spread the word get sprung and drink it with ya down chromes
That's another word for sohobs, potna, folks, homies
Every motherfuckin' year
We do this shit every other fuckin' day if not every day
But anyway i want
Chorus
(b-legit)
Hocus motherfuckin' pocus
The top of the line wine, yeah nigga that's the dopest
And if you in the click, them motherfuckers notice
That we be downin jugs from the tallest to the shortest
Everywhere i go, people wants to know
What's the name of that shit you and the click be like fuckin'
wit
I keeps it on a hunch on the ... cause brother i be perved
Fuckin' wit some shit that will send you to the curb
And if you wit a bitch, then nigga you nice
Cause rossi goes good wit some dank over ice
Take her to the telly let the wine fill her belly
Fired up some smelly then ya jammin' like jelly
Bust a couple of nuts, hit the butt and than the grill
Dick hard like i did time up in vacaville
But still i be bossy
(e-40)
What you fuckin' wit though？
(b-legit)
Fuck wit some of that top of the line wine
(e-40)
Yeah nigga
(b-legit)
Carlos rossi
Chorus
(e-40)
Sunny day, sky blue, shit, i think imma barbecue
Let me get my ass up outta bed and call up the whole
motherfuckin' crew
Ray you bring the chicken, kaveo you bring the links
Mugzy you bring the hamburger meat and i'll supply the drinks
Shit it's good to be on damn it
I got suga-t in the house whippin' up some potatoe salad
4 slabs of ribs up in the refrigerator marinatin'
Bring home the .. i got tha .. and i can't be waitin'
Well, what do you know, though the door comes kaveo
(kaveo)
You know!
(e-40)
Mugzy and tap that ass, t-pup and hell and moe
Thick ass niggas like b-legit and e-duece
.... mac shawn, mac d-shot and little bruce
The man behind the counter of the liqourstore loves me
Be ... and ready to hug me
On the strength that i done spend
Over a g within a week on the carlos rossi
10.Nuttin' Ass Nigga
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches, i figure
it takes
About a million or 500.000 tapes
To become officially gold or platinum status
That's why i'm always at this
Practise, in and out tha studio 24-7
My occupation, this is how i make my livin'
I get harrassed mostly everywhere i go
Can do my thing without a motherfuckin' popo
All up in my mix, cause i'm tryin' to maintain
And get a grip light weight fame
Born and raised in tha valley south vallejo
The northern part of cali, 'bout my mail
Struggle and strive all my life in a world of grief
Sucker motherfuckers wanna knock me of my feet
But imma keep on steppin' and gettin' bigger
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches
Not to long ago i'm off to the bank to cash my cheque
The lady teller wouldn't give me no damn respect
She started acting hella snotty, kinda prejudiced
I guess she didn't like the way that a nigga was dressed
Before i could even get my foot in the door, right
The bitch already had a brother like me stereo-typed
Ready to push the button with no delay
I said wait a minute, baby, you mistakin' me for andre
I'm not a ... rat head wanna be
I wouldn't rob a fuckin' bank for publicity
I get it honestly, legally so have no fear
I make more in a week than you do in a year
Straight out tha geto, hillside resident
Sick wid it records and tapes, and i'm the president
So don't go thinkin' that every brother is out to get ya
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches
Sometimes my language is vulgar, lotsa profanity
I try not to trip when kids parents be sweating me
18 and over, that's what you gotta be
To purchase my tape and make sure you got i.d.
That's all i can say so mommy and daddy need to peep
It ain't my fault the kids dump it off the streets
They hear it at school, walkin' home and everywhere they go
And most of the violence come from movies on hbo
The shit that i be spittin' is real cause i'm real see
I'm out to make a meal, do you feel me
Holdin' my own cause i'm grown and intelligent
Try to knock my hustle？ that shit is irrelevant
I'm not a nuttin' ass nigga, just down for my riches
11.Shouts Out
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