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 up in deep east Oakland,
smokin on premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino,
dual sparkin,
it like Reno, I ain't soft I see some hoes in miskina,
lookin like they 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*)

When I was off on caviars, spotted,
niggaz spoke on me like I nobody,
foolish as a youngsta I 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,
like my 40 waters an Legit wit the B,
niggaz know fuck tha wit the triple gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

from the Bay be so damn vicious,
fly to Atlanta fuck buisness,
it no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
bad bitches 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 heen an
make 'em drink 'fo a bitch pay me.

(Chorus)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

Now slip, slidin, rip, rip ridin,
I hurt a mutha fucka I bang westside,
see this be the smokes bliss side,
not the if, if was a side.

(*B-Legit*)

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

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock an lose everythang,
I come back up, pimp, my weddin ring,
re-up, buy some yeyo,
auction my shit off 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 me the homie 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 nigga fuck that,
bounce back an you bubble,
as you don't double yo dribble,
campaign wit the hoes.

(*E-40*)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take morphine fate, 'cause I mo fiends,
fuck wit bitches 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,
hataz who be they hands, duck quick,
we shit,
yo be the four-fifth,
niggaz play sweet, park we Yay Deep.

(chorus x4)

BIAAAATCH!! Fo sho! 40 waters, B-Legit an R, we ride.
Southwest, riders, southwest 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.