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, coke El Camino,
exhaust sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see some in miskina,
lookin they wanna get tossed,
you be careful 'fo I tell 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 on me like I wasn't nobody,
foolish as a I packed eightballs,
broke the ice, an often weed 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 fuck tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz from the Bay be so vicious,
fly to fuck Morehouse buisness,
it ain't no swishers, zigs, an zags hoe,
bad bitches turn regular 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 bitch pay me.

(Chorus)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

Now slip, slidin, rip, rip ridin,
I hurt a mutha when I bang 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 come back up, pimp, 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 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 the half fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
bounce an make you bubble,
long as you double yo dribble,
campaign wit the hoes.

(*E-40*)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take morphine fate, I serve mo fiends,
fuck wit duct-tapes to crates,
be the ballin bitch if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, up like tennis shoes,
bitches gettin one mo chance to dick,
who be waivin they hands, duck quick,
we shit,
yo be the four-fifth,
tough 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, 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.