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

(*Richie Rich*)

When I was off on caviars, spotted,
niggaz spoke on me like I nobody,
foolish as a I packed eightballs,
broke the ice, an sold weed to stars,
but hey now an how I run my sweet,
Yay Deep the lungs to expose my heat,
like my 40 waters 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 ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an hoe,
super bad turn regular 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 'fo a bitch nigga pay me.

(Chorus)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

Now slip, slidin, rip, rip ridin,
I hurt a mutha fucka I bang westside,
see this 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 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 rock an lose everythang,
I come back up, pimp, my weddin ring,
re-up, buy some 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 know me the wit the big O dub's,
an you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm the land of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
bounce back an 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 wit a luggage rack,
to a 400 SEL,
to a fresh off the show room V-12,
I'm a timin ass from magazines,
I remember when my shit wasn't clean
rappin niggaz, an hustlin my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause there's money in this 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 like vogues, switch up like tennis 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, B-Legit an 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.