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,
smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, white El Camino,
dual sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see hoes in miskina,
like they wanna get tossed,
E-40 you be careful 'fo I tell one of yo fans,
do you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

I was off on caviars, dalmation spotted,
niggaz spoke on me I wasn't nobody,
foolish as a I packed eightballs,
broke the ice, an often sold to stars,
but hey now an how I run my sweet,
Yay from the lungs to expose my heat,
my nigga 40 waters 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 Atlanta Morehouse buisness,
it no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad bitches turn tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, then 'em a dream,
from to California have 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a team, off heen an begals
make 'em drink 'fo a nigga pay me.

(Chorus)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(*B-Legit*)

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

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock bottom an everythang,
I back up, pimp, pawn my weddin 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 sleep, el g, in this old jeep,
out by the oak tree,
you me the homie wit the big O dub's,
an everytime you see me I be it up,
I'm from the of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the nigga fuck that,
bounce an make you bubble,
as you don't double yo dribble,
campaign wit the hoes.

(*E-40*)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
wit bitches duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the ballin bitch if ya ya lose,
ride like vogues, switch up like tennis shoes,
bitches gettin one mo chance to dick,
hataz who be waivin they hands, 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, southwest riders man, you what we do,
E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, nigga, Double R, Double R in the
house we ride, Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
enough.

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.