Artist: Southside Playaz f/ Big Steve, H.A.W.K. Album: You Gottus Fuxxed Up Song: Drought Season Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus] When it's drought season, I ain't got nothing to do Instead of running the streets with my niggaz, I'ma stay home with my boo Cause it's no work, so baby call in And let this freaky shit begin, for real I'm all in When it's drought season, I ain't got nothing to do Instead of running the streets with my niggaz, I'ma stay home with you Cause it's no work, so baby call in And let the freaky shit begin, for real I'm all in [Mike D] I ain't had no work, in about two weeks Cause shit can get hectic, when you can't find keys Cause I'm more addicted to birds, then laying with bops Cause on my block, it be rolling nonstop But this be the season, when niggaz go to the top They shit go pop, clean house like a mop Mayn fuck with a cop, from drop it's some rich benefits Versacci outfits, flying round with a freak-nic Big balling and crawling, cross the state line Bring the U-Hauling, more blocks get bombarded Cause we don't plan on falling, we smashing the game Ain't no stalling ain't no stunting, just big face and dope game Paying over twenty thousand, for a bird black You want a choice, me a penny over your jack It's just like that, motherfucker Cause slipping and tripping by this time, you a dead motherfucker [Chorus] [H.A.W.K.] Well the sky's the limit, to the money you making The chances you taking, the rules you breaking Confiscating, bringing home the bacon The cakes you baking, the nuts you taking Niggaz be hating, perpetrating Devils like Satan, got me mistaken Bunch of admiration, for the things that you do Go on take a day off, so I can ball with you My baby boo, ooh girl ooh I like that Gon' turn around, and let me hit it from the back Crying exact, after the sex we can relax And calculate the interest, on our property tax Fetty's a fact, either way it's gon' be there Once we make grace, while you stroke through my hair The love we share, is the meaning of a pair And to that baby, nothing can compare [Chorus] [Big Steve] Taking her with me early, for moving my work Drought season, make a nigga feel it right where it hurt You scurred, gotta wreck from at the end of the day Serious about you, when I wanna parlay Let me hit it from the back, like you like me to do it Talk to a nigga dirty, while I'm making you lose it When my cheese low, I'm in the pad freaking Big ol' thick ass, long haired Puerto Rican Calling me papi, loving my body rock I'm a Southside player, and you know it don't stop I'ma slide in the drop, pick up my shop Straight from the nail shop, cause I'm fiending for cot I love them big ol' red hoes, with a beautiful smile Shake em up knock em down, in a mansion a while I'm a big ol' boss player, cookie dough maker Love to fuck my bitch, in the waters of Jamaica [Chorus]