Luyện nghe bài hát Yay Deep

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

(*E-40*)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz from the Bay be so 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 winnin team, off 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 a mutha fucka when I bang westside,
see this side be the smokes side,
not the if, if was a side.

(*B-Legit*)

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

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock bottom an everythang,
I come back up, pimp, pawn my ring,
re-up, re-cop buy yeyo,
auction my shit off nigga '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 know me the 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 the half fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
bounce an make you bubble,
long as you double yo dribble,
wit the swift hoes.

(*E-40*)

I went from a, ten wit a backpack,
to a, coupe 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 shit always clean
niggaz, an hustlin that's my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(chorus x4)

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

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.