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,
on some 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 they wanna get tossed,
E-40 you be careful 'fo I one of yo biggest fans,
do what you do all I to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

When I was off on caviars, spotted,
niggaz spoke on me I wasn't nobody,
foolish as a youngsta I 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 fuck tha cuttie 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,
super bad bitches turn tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, sell 'em a dream,
from here to 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, south to west we ride. (x4)

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(*B-Legit*)

Well pass it to me, pass to you,
hit the green til I turn dark blue, I'm through,
need not to do 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, re-cop buy 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 know me the wit the big O dub's,
an you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm from the land of the dealaz,
killaz,
heat the half fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
back an make 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 left wit a rack,
to a 400 SEL,
to a fresh off the room floor V-12,
I'm a timin ass tycoon magazines,
I when 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*)

'cause I morphine fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
fuck wit duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the ballin if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, switch up like shoes,
bitches one mo chance 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, an Double R, we ride.
Southwest, riders, southwest riders man, you know we do,
E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, nigga, Double R, Double R in the
we ride, Richie Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
enough.

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.