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 soft I see some in miskina,
like they wanna get tossed,
E-40 you be 'fo I tell one of yo biggest fans,
do you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

When I was off on caviars, spotted,
niggaz on me like I wasn't nobody,
foolish as a youngsta I 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,
like my nigga 40 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 ain't no swishers, zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad turn regular tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, then 'em a dream,
from here to have 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a winnin team, off an begals
make 'em drink 'fo a bitch 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*)

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

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock bottom an everythang,
I come up, pimp, pawn my weddin ring,
re-up, re-cop buy yeyo,
auction my off nigga give '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 you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm from the of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
bounce an make you bubble,
as you don't double 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 ass tycoon from magazines,
I remember my shit wasn't always clean
rappin niggaz, an hustlin my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause there's in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
fuck wit bitches to crates,
Richie be the bitch if ya snooze ya lose,
hoes 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, an Double R, we ride.
Southwest, riders, southwest man, you know what we do,
E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, that nigga, Double R, R in the
house we ride, Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
enough.

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.