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,
dual sparkin,
it like Reno, I ain't soft I see some hoes in miskina,
lookin they wanna get tossed,
you be careful 'fo I tell one of yo biggest fans,
do what you do all I to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

I was off on caviars, dalmation 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 the lungs to expose my heat,
like my nigga 40 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 Atlanta fuck buisness,
it ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an hoe,
super bad bitches turn regular hoes,
we mack hoes, sell 'em a dream,
from here to California have 'em my cream,
I'm on a winnin team, off an begals
make 'em drink 'fo a nigga pay me.

(Chorus)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

Now slip, slidin, rip, rip ridin,
I a mutha 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 green til I turn dark blue, I'm through,
not to do what I do,
Yay Deep fuck wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit bottom an lose everythang,
I come up, pimp, pawn my weddin ring,
re-up, buy some yeyo,
my shit off nigga give '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 know me the 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 half fo the scratch nigga that,
bounce back an you bubble,
long as you don't 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 fresh off the room floor V-12,
I'm a timin ass tycoon magazines,
I remember my shit wasn't always clean
rappin niggaz, an hustlin my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up there's money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

I take morphine fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
fuck wit duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the bitch if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes vogues, switch up like tennis shoes,
bitches gettin one mo to suck dick,
hataz who be waivin they hands, quick,
we shit,
yo be the four-fifth,
tough play sweet, park we Yay Deep.

(chorus x4)

BIAAAATCH!! Fo sho! 40 waters, an Double R, we ride.
Southwest, riders, southwest riders man, you what we do,
E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, that nigga, R, Double R in the
we ride, Richie Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
enough.

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.