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 weebles up in deep Oakland,
smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, white El Camino,
exhaust sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see hoes in miskina,
lookin like they 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*)

I was off on caviars, dalmation spotted,
niggaz spoke on me I wasn't nobody,
as a youngsta 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 nigga 40 waters an wit the B,
niggaz fuck tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz from the Bay be so vicious,
fly to fuck Morehouse buisness,
it no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad bitches turn regular hoes,
we hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
from here to California '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 fucka when I westside,
see this side be the bliss side,
not the if, if was a side.

(*B-Legit*)

Well it to me, pass back to you,
hit the green til I turn dark blue, I'm through,
not to do what I do,
Yay Deep only 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 know me the 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 half fo the nigga fuck that,
back an make you bubble,
long as you don't yo dribble,
wit the swift hoes.

(*E-40*)

I went from a, ten wit a backpack,
to a, coupe left wit a luggage rack,
to a 400 SEL,
to a off the show room floor V-12,
I'm a timin ass tycoon magazines,
I when my shit wasn't always clean
rappin niggaz, an hustlin my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause there's in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take morphine fate, 'cause I mo fiends,
fuck wit duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the ballin bitch if ya ya lose,
ride like 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 niggaz sweet, park we Yay Deep.

(chorus x4)

BIAAAATCH!! Fo sho! 40 waters, an Double R, we ride.
Southwest, riders, southwest riders man, you what we do,
E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, that nigga, Double R, R in the
we ride, Richie Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
enough.

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.