Luyện nghe bài hát Yay Deep

Ha, ha,
south,
west,
riders,
south,
west,
riders.

(*E-40*)

Huh! an rollin, like the car was stolen,
on my way to see my up in deep east Oakland,
smokin on some premo, in a ass, coke white El Camino,
dual sparkin,
park it Reno, I ain't soft I see some hoes in miskina,
lookin like wanna get tossed,
E-40 you be careful 'fo I one of yo biggest fans,
do what you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

I was off on caviars, dalmation spotted,
niggaz spoke on me like I nobody,
as a youngsta I packed eightballs,
broke the ice, an often weed to stars,
but hey now an how I run my sweet,
Yay Deep from the to expose my heat,
like my nigga 40 waters an wit the B,
niggaz know tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz the Bay be so damn vicious,
fly to Atlanta Morehouse buisness,
it no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad bitches turn regular hoes,
we mack hoes, then 'em a dream,
from here to California have 'em my cream,
I'm on a team, off heen an begals
make 'em 'fo a bitch nigga pay me.

(Chorus)

We slide, we slide, from to west we ride. (x4)

(*Richie Rich*)

Now slip, slidin, rip, rip ridin,
I hurt a mutha fucka I bang westside,
see side be the smokes bliss side,
not the if, if was a side.

(*B-Legit*)

Well it to me, pass back to you,
hit the light green til I dark blue, I'm through,
not to do what I do,
Yay only fuck wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit bottom an lose everythang,
I back up, pimp, pawn my weddin ring,
re-up, buy some yeyo,
auction my off nigga give 'em rum an zale.
BEEATCH!!!

(chorus x4)

(*B-Legit*)

I'm Yay Deep, come an talk sleep, el g, in old jeep,
out by the oak tree,
you me the homie wit the big O dub's,
an you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm from the of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the nigga fuck that,
bounce back an you bubble,
long as you double yo dribble,
wit the swift hoes.

(*E-40*)

I from a, ten speed wit a backpack,
to a, coupe left wit a luggage rack,
to a 400 SEL,
to a off the show room floor V-12,
I'm a timin ass from magazines,
I remember when my shit always clean
niggaz, an hustlin that's my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause there's in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
fuck wit duct-tapes to crates,
be the ballin bitch if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, up like tennis shoes,
bitches one mo chance to suck dick,
hataz who be waivin hands, duck quick,
we shit,
yo be the four-fifth,
niggaz play sweet, park we Yay Deep.

(chorus x4)

BIAAAATCH!! Fo sho! 40 waters, B-Legit an R, we ride.
Southwest, riders, riders man, you know what we do,
E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, that nigga, Double R, R in the
we ride, Richie Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
enough.

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.