Текст песни (Trick Daddy f) Deuce Poppi - Thugs Are Us
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* send corrections to the typist[Verse 1: Deuce Poppi]Last year was a great year, ask the clickBut this year was scarred down to our last half of brickTrying to survive in the drought wher it aint no blowIt aint no piece yo it aint no doughYo 95 south sun roof moon lightPo-pos tight down before the turnpikeThe last lick went sour feds jammed the blowBut like a weather man its a light chance of snowLay low at the bottom at the tellWait patient for my Haitian to hit me on the cellCause my Haitian cartell they always workThey even had shit when the Cubans were hurtMy Nigga hit back he aint got no dopeHe said the coast gaurd just knocked off the boatHe said the feds in Texas they out of controlKnocking off major bricks with the border patrolA nigga couldnt rap long cause the phones they be wired upI be god damned the whole east coast dried upA nigga went from raw dope to cheap baseRidind round with the block fed in the brief case(chorus)Surviving in the drought where it aint no blowIt aint no piece yo it aint no doughIt aint no bricks no chips no foodSo tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do(repeat 2x)[Verse 2: Deuce Poppi]In the drought I look the dope fiend right in the grillSlang him a asprin or a vitamin pillIn the drought niggas panic when that money stopStart slinging wamis and them dummy blocksHit the projects twurking in that 87 fleet dropSet up shop with a 9 pack of sheet rockWatcha a nigga get gotNow he wanna hit popHe wanna brain wrestle he dont know I got my shit cockedCause in the drought you get stuck like a thumb tackDixie man got a 20 pack worth of come backA player fucked up till that drought go downA 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 floodedThe base heads happy and my workers show love itM y dog hit the lick about two hundred birdsOff a Bahamian cruise ship that nigga got nervesNow Cubans is beeping and the Haitians is callingIm back to slanging Whole chickens popping cases and ballingI got to put the team on so Im looking them upRJ he the chef He be cooking them upWhile Im whipping em flipping breaking em downWith the straight razor chipping emWe got em harder than hard plus we pitching soft ballJumping for that how high this year gone cost yallSince we the only niggas wit itIts the lick of a life timeComing up in the drought through the paroofeal pipe lineThis time Im gone sit on me bout tenCause you never know when that drought coming againSurviving in the drought, Surviving in the drought(chorus) repeat 2 x