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 weebles up in east Oakland,
on some premo, in a clean 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 tell one of yo fans,
do what you do all I to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

When I was off on caviars, spotted,
spoke on me like I wasn't nobody,
foolish as a youngsta I eightballs,
broke the ice, an often weed to stars,
but hey now an how I run my sweet,
Yay from the lungs to expose my heat,
like my nigga 40 an Legit wit the B,
niggaz know fuck tha cuttie wit the triple beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

from the Bay be so damn vicious,
fly to fuck Morehouse buisness,
it no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
bad bitches turn regular tracks hoes,
we hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
from here to California 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a winnin team, off heen an
make 'em drink 'fo a 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 when I westside,
see side be the smokes bliss side,
not the if, if was a side.

(*B-Legit*)

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

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock bottom an everythang,
I come back up, pimp, my weddin ring,
re-up, re-cop buy yeyo,
my shit off nigga give 'em rum an zale.
BEEATCH!!!

(chorus x4)

(*B-Legit*)

I'm Yay Deep, an talk sleep, el g, in this 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 the land of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
back an make you bubble,
long as you don't yo dribble,
wit the swift hoes.

(*E-40*)

I went a, ten speed wit a backpack,
to a, six-seven left wit a luggage rack,
to a 400 SEL,
to a fresh off the show floor V-12,
I'm a timin ass tycoon magazines,
I remember when my wasn't always clean
rappin niggaz, an that's my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up there's money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(chorus x4)

BIAAAATCH!! Fo sho! 40 waters, an Double 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
house we ride, Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
enough.

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.