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 east Oakland,
on some premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino,
dual sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't I see some hoes in miskina,
lookin they wanna get tossed,
E-40 you be careful 'fo I one of yo biggest fans,
do what you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

I was off on caviars, dalmation 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 Deep from the lungs to my heat,
like my nigga 40 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 no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad bitches regular tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, then 'em a dream,
here to California have 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a winnin team, off 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 this side be the bliss side,
not the if, if was a side.

(*B-Legit*)

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

(*E-40*)

But if I hit bottom an lose 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 talk sleep, el g, in 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 of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat the half fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
back an make you bubble,
long as you double yo dribble,
wit the swift hoes.

(*E-40*)

I went a, ten speed wit a backpack,
to a, six-seven coupe left wit a 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 shit wasn't always
niggaz, an hustlin that's my bread an butta,
you niggaz hurry up 'cause there's money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I morphine fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
fuck wit bitches to crates,
Richie be the ballin if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, up like tennis shoes,
bitches gettin one mo to suck dick,
hataz who be waivin hands, duck quick,
we shit,
yo be the four-fifth,
tough niggaz 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, 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.