I Had It In A Drought E-40 (Ft. Stresmatic)

[Verse 1: E-40]
Do dirt buggies, station wagons, servin' the work
Looked up to OG's like Paul and Curt
Rest in peace Big Dank, Big Nate we miss you
When we get up there we gonna play dominoes for some pushups
Chalupa on my mind, all I know is the gravel
Give a fiend a line and take her car for collateral
The eighties was crazy I know you heard it
If you get a ticket, better deserve it
Sideshows jumpin' off after parties and things
Hangin' out the roof with big gold chains
My nigga Quarky used to get it, had the finger waves
High-top fades and French braids
Muscle cars, old schools, new school stunters
Plymouth need to manufacture new Road Runners
Me and D-Shot, big B-Lih and them
My best friend Billy, became Muslim
My love one to this day, that's the way it's gonna stay
Doin' the damn thing 'til I'm old and gray
On my way to cop five on the Highway 5
In the drought it was definitely worth the drive
An expert at grindin' when I was grittin'
My folks used to come down from Richmond
I had a plug in The Sco, a plug in The O
A plug in Pin-oh, and Sacramento
Biatch!