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 some premo, in a clean ass, coke El Camino,
dual sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't I see some hoes in miskina,
lookin like 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,
spoke on me like I wasn't nobody,
foolish as a I packed eightballs,
broke the ice, an often sold to stars,
but hey now an how I run my sweet,
Yay Deep from the lungs to my heat,
like my 40 waters an Legit wit the B,
niggaz know fuck tha cuttie wit the gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz the Bay be so damn vicious,
fly to Atlanta fuck buisness,
it ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an hoe,
bad bitches turn regular tracks hoes,
we hoes, then 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 when I westside,
see this be the smokes bliss side,
not the if, if was a side.

(*B-Legit*)

Well 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 up, pimp, pawn my weddin 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 everytime you see me I be it up,
I'm from the land of the dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the scratch fuck that,
bounce back an you bubble,
long as you don't 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 room floor V-12,
I'm a timin ass tycoon magazines,
I remember when my shit wasn't clean
rappin niggaz, an hustlin my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta up 'cause there's money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take morphine fate, I serve mo fiends,
wit bitches duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the ballin if ya snooze ya lose,
hoes like vogues, switch up like tennis shoes,
bitches one mo chance to suck dick,
hataz who be waivin 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, 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.