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 up in deep east Oakland,
smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, white El Camino,
dual sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't I see some hoes in miskina,
lookin like they get tossed,
you be careful 'fo I tell 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,
broke the ice, an often weed to stars,
but hey now an how I run my sweet,
Yay from the lungs to expose my heat,
like my nigga 40 waters an wit the B,
niggaz know fuck tha cuttie wit the triple 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 hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
here to California 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, from south to we ride. (x4)

(*Richie Rich*)

Now slip, slidin, rip, rip ridin,
I hurt a mutha fucka when I westside,
see side 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 green til I turn blue, I'm through,
need not to do I do,
Yay Deep fuck wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock bottom an everythang,
I come back up, pimp, pawn my ring,
re-up, re-cop buy 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 half fo the scratch fuck that,
back an make you bubble,
long as you 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 fresh off the show room V-12,
I'm a ass tycoon from magazines,
I remember when my wasn't always clean
rappin niggaz, an that's my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta up 'cause there's money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

I take morphine fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
fuck wit duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the ballin bitch if ya ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, switch up like shoes,
bitches gettin one mo chance to dick,
hataz who be waivin hands, duck quick,
we shit,
yo be the four-fifth,
tough niggaz play sweet, 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, 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.