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 some in miskina,
lookin like 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*)

When I was off on caviars, spotted,
niggaz on me like I wasn't 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 from the lungs to expose my heat,
like my nigga 40 waters an wit the B,
know fuck tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz from the Bay be so vicious,
fly to Atlanta fuck buisness,
it ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an hoe,
super bad bitches regular tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, then 'em a dream,
from to California have '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 side be the 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,
not to do what I do,
Yay only fuck wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock bottom an everythang,
I come back up, pimp, pawn my ring,
re-up, re-cop buy 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 everytime you see me I be it up,
I'm from the land of the dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the scratch fuck that,
back an make you bubble,
long as you double yo dribble,
campaign wit the hoes.

(*E-40*)

I from a, ten speed wit a backpack,
to a, coupe left wit a luggage rack,
to a 400 SEL,
to a fresh off the room floor V-12,
I'm a timin ass from 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, 'cause I mo fiends,
wit bitches duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the ballin bitch if ya ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, switch up like shoes,
bitches one mo chance to suck dick,
hataz who be waivin 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, riders man, you know what we do,
E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, nigga, Double R, Double R in the
house we ride, Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
enough.

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.