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 deep Oakland,
on some premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino,
dual sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't 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,
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 Deep from the lungs to my heat,
my nigga 40 waters an Legit wit the B,
niggaz know tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

from the Bay be so damn vicious,
fly to fuck Morehouse buisness,
it ain't no swishers, zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad bitches turn 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
'em drink 'fo a bitch 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*)

Well pass it to me, back to you,
hit the light green til I dark 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 up, pimp, pawn my weddin ring,
re-up, buy some yeyo,
auction my 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 know me the 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 the half fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
bounce back an you bubble,
long as you don't yo dribble,
campaign wit the hoes.

(*E-40*)

I went 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 tycoon magazines,
I remember when my shit wasn't always
rappin niggaz, an hustlin my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta up 'cause there's money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take morphine fate, I serve mo fiends,
wit bitches duct-tapes 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,
who be waivin they hands, duck quick,
we shit,
yo be the four-fifth,
tough niggaz play sweet, 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
we ride, Richie Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
enough.

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.