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

(*Richie Rich*)

When I was off on caviars, spotted,
niggaz on me like I wasn't nobody,
foolish as a youngsta I eightballs,
the ice, an often sold weed to stars,
but hey now an how I run my sweet,
Yay from the lungs to expose my heat,
my nigga 40 waters an Legit wit the B,
niggaz know fuck tha cuttie wit the triple beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz from the Bay be so vicious,
fly to fuck Morehouse buisness,
it ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an hoe,
super bad turn regular tracks hoes,
we hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
here to California have 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a winnin team, off an begals
'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 when I bang westside,
see this be the smokes bliss side,
not the if, if was a side.

(*B-Legit*)

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

(*E-40*)

But if I hit bottom an lose everythang,
I come back up, pimp, pawn my ring,
re-up, buy some yeyo,
auction my off nigga give '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 you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm the land of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the nigga fuck that,
bounce back an you bubble,
as you don't double yo dribble,
campaign wit the hoes.

(*E-40*)

I from a, ten speed wit a backpack,
to a, six-seven 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 when my shit wasn't always
rappin niggaz, an that's my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause there's money in mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
wit bitches duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the ballin if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, switch up tennis shoes,
gettin one mo chance to suck dick,
hataz who be they hands, duck 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, southwest man, you know 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.