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,
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 one of yo biggest 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,
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 lungs to 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 ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an hoe,
super bad bitches turn regular hoes,
we mack hoes, sell 'em a dream,
here 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, from south to we ride. (x4)

(*Richie Rich*)

Now slip, slidin, rip, rip ridin,
I a mutha fucka when I bang westside,
see this side be the 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,
need not to do I do,
Yay Deep 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 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 me the homie wit the big O dub's,
an everytime you see me I be it up,
I'm the land of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the nigga fuck that,
bounce an make you bubble,
long as you don't yo dribble,
campaign wit the hoes.

(*E-40*)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

I take morphine fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
fuck wit bitches to crates,
Richie be the bitch if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, up like tennis shoes,
bitches gettin one mo to suck dick,
who be waivin 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 know 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.