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 clean ass, white El Camino,
exhaust sparkin,
park it like Reno, I soft I see some hoes in miskina,
lookin like wanna get tossed,
E-40 you be careful 'fo I tell one of yo 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,
the ice, an often sold weed to stars,
but hey now an how I run my sweet,
Yay Deep from the lungs to my heat,
like my nigga 40 an Legit 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 no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad bitches turn regular hoes,
we mack hoes, then 'em a dream,
here 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, from south to we ride. (x4)

(*Richie Rich*)

Now slip, slidin, rip, rip ridin,
I hurt a mutha fucka I bang westside,
see side 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 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 back up, pimp, pawn 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, 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 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 an make you bubble,
long as you double yo dribble,
wit the swift hoes.

(*E-40*)

I went from a, ten wit a backpack,
to a, coupe left 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 my shit wasn't always clean
rappin niggaz, an that's 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 bitches to crates,
be the ballin bitch if ya snooze ya lose,
ride like vogues, switch up like tennis shoes,
bitches gettin one mo chance to 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, riders man, you know 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.