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 ass, coke white El Camino,
exhaust sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see hoes in miskina,
lookin like wanna get tossed,
you be careful 'fo I tell 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 sold weed to stars,
but hey now an how I run my sweet,
Yay Deep from the to expose my heat,
my nigga 40 waters an Legit wit the B,
niggaz know fuck tha cuttie wit the gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz the Bay be so damn vicious,
fly to Atlanta fuck buisness,
it no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad bitches regular tracks hoes,
we hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
here to California have 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a winnin team, off 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 fucka when I bang 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 green til I turn blue, I'm through,
need not to do I do,
Yay Deep only wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock an lose everythang,
I come back up, pimp, my weddin ring,
re-up, buy some yeyo,
auction my shit off nigga '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 know me the wit the big O dub's,
an you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm from the land of the dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the scratch 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 off the show room floor V-12,
I'm a timin ass from magazines,
I remember when my wasn't always clean
rappin niggaz, an that's my bread an butta,
you niggaz hurry up 'cause there's money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take morphine fate, I serve mo fiends,
fuck wit bitches to crates,
Richie be the ballin 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 niggaz sweet, park we Yay Deep.

(chorus x4)

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

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.