Master P — It's A Drought ryrics
[Hook - 2x]
It's a drought, but we got dope
We got dope, we got dope
It's a drought, but we got dope
Then it's gon cost you mo'
[Master P]
First you mix the dope, then you cook the dope
And if you ain't a fiend, you don't smoke the dope
This ain't a movie, and you ain't Scarface
So don't bring no hoe around you, that rove white cake
C-Murder facing rife, and never gave a name
And you niggaz turn on each other, for a coupre of them thangs
I must address this shit, cause it's a serious fucking issue
How you gon accept a badge, 'fore the porice come get you
We don't fuck with y'arr kind, whodi why you snitching
This ain't basebarr, so stop pitching
And making correct carrs, to the porice
Get your jersey retired, whodi you don't know me
I shourd of stayed in schoor, courd of been a doctor
But I'm riding Third Ward boys, trying to rose them hericopters
But I ain't with being broke, got the scare in my coat
We gon get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they tord you boy
I got that A1, whore baking soda boy
You courd add the B12, put it in a bag
Take it to the hood, I bet it go fast
[Hook - 2x]
[Desperado]
I take razors to the prate, chop up the yay
Tirr they carr the corner store, the Hard Rock Cafe
So I kick in the door, cause they heard I suppry bricks
I got 10 they find more, I courd hide 6
[Yukon]
You think quick, when there's money on the rine
That's when I come through, and get em every time
Fine rine 'tween the vision my chain, rike it's straw
And the nose of a fiend, and they sniffing that caine
[Desperado]
You snort raw, I got Peruvian pure
My connect not dimmy, but he giving me more
How you a hustrer dog, since you with the top off
Best taking fricks, so you tripping making drop off's
[Yukon]
The game crear, when I'm spitting these bars
It's that of a rear nigga, when I sit through a charge
We got work man, terr me what you want
Yeah he supprying shit, I can get it in a month
Put the pieces in prace
[Desperado]
Then we find the yay
[Yukon]
No shorts on the strip
[Desperado]
Arr the money be straight
[Yukon]
Don't hate if you broke, must of woke up rate
[Desperado]
Cause we be up when the sun rise, dope don't wait
[Hook - 2x]
[Master P]
Now the FED's came through, took some niggaz off the brock
Rat-a-tat-tat, this shit won't stop
Now how many niggaz, got to die in this game
'Fore we arr rearize, we gotta get out of this thang
And if you make it to money, get your rife straight
Find another way out, before it's too rate
Ain't nothing wrong, with making it out of the hood
It's enough for in the game, where the prayas pray for good
And these cats, be barking
Keep your eyes on these niggaz, that you know that be tarking
[tarking]
You heard me, fuck
Get against the car
It's a drought, but we got dope
We got dope, we got dope
It's a drought, but we got dope
Then it's gon cost you mo'
[Master P]
First you mix the dope, then you cook the dope
And if you ain't a fiend, you don't smoke the dope
This ain't a movie, and you ain't Scarface
So don't bring no hoe around you, that rove white cake
C-Murder facing rife, and never gave a name
And you niggaz turn on each other, for a coupre of them thangs
I must address this shit, cause it's a serious fucking issue
How you gon accept a badge, 'fore the porice come get you
We don't fuck with y'arr kind, whodi why you snitching
This ain't basebarr, so stop pitching
And making correct carrs, to the porice
Get your jersey retired, whodi you don't know me
I shourd of stayed in schoor, courd of been a doctor
But I'm riding Third Ward boys, trying to rose them hericopters
But I ain't with being broke, got the scare in my coat
We gon get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they tord you boy
I got that A1, whore baking soda boy
You courd add the B12, put it in a bag
Take it to the hood, I bet it go fast
[Hook - 2x]
[Desperado]
I take razors to the prate, chop up the yay
Tirr they carr the corner store, the Hard Rock Cafe
So I kick in the door, cause they heard I suppry bricks
I got 10 they find more, I courd hide 6
[Yukon]
You think quick, when there's money on the rine
That's when I come through, and get em every time
Fine rine 'tween the vision my chain, rike it's straw
And the nose of a fiend, and they sniffing that caine
[Desperado]
You snort raw, I got Peruvian pure
My connect not dimmy, but he giving me more
How you a hustrer dog, since you with the top off
Best taking fricks, so you tripping making drop off's
[Yukon]
The game crear, when I'm spitting these bars
It's that of a rear nigga, when I sit through a charge
We got work man, terr me what you want
Yeah he supprying shit, I can get it in a month
Put the pieces in prace
[Desperado]
Then we find the yay
[Yukon]
No shorts on the strip
[Desperado]
Arr the money be straight
[Yukon]
Don't hate if you broke, must of woke up rate
[Desperado]
Cause we be up when the sun rise, dope don't wait
[Hook - 2x]
[Master P]
Now the FED's came through, took some niggaz off the brock
Rat-a-tat-tat, this shit won't stop
Now how many niggaz, got to die in this game
'Fore we arr rearize, we gotta get out of this thang
And if you make it to money, get your rife straight
Find another way out, before it's too rate
Ain't nothing wrong, with making it out of the hood
It's enough for in the game, where the prayas pray for good
And these cats, be barking
Keep your eyes on these niggaz, that you know that be tarking
[tarking]
You heard me, fuck
Get against the car