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 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 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 to expose my heat,
like my nigga 40 an Legit wit the B,
niggaz know fuck tha wit the triple gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

from the Bay be so damn vicious,
fly to Atlanta Morehouse buisness,
it ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an hoe,
super bad turn regular tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, then 'em a dream,
from here to California 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a team, off heen an begals
'em drink '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 side be the bliss side,
not the if, if was a side.

(*B-Legit*)

Well pass it to me, back to you,
hit the light green til I turn blue, I'm through,
not to do what I do,
Yay only fuck wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock an lose 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 land of the dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
bounce an make you bubble,
as you don't double yo dribble,
campaign wit the hoes.

(*E-40*)

I went from a, ten 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 from magazines,
I remember when my shit always clean
rappin niggaz, an hustlin my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause there's money in 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 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, B-Legit an R, we ride.
Southwest, riders, southwest man, you know what 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.