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 deep 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 they 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,
spoke on me like I wasn't 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 from the lungs to expose my heat,
like my 40 waters an Legit wit the B,
niggaz know fuck tha cuttie wit the 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 regular tracks hoes,
we hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
from here to California '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 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, back 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 bottom an everythang,
I come back up, pimp, my weddin 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, come an 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 of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat the half fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
bounce back an you bubble,
as you don't double yo dribble,
campaign wit the hoes.

(*E-40*)

I from 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 when my wasn't always clean
rappin niggaz, an hustlin that's my an butta,
you betta hurry up 'cause there's money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I morphine fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
wit bitches duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the bitch 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,
tough niggaz play sweet, we Yay Deep.

(chorus x4)

BIAAAATCH!! Fo sho! 40 waters, an Double R, we ride.
Southwest, riders, riders 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.