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 east Oakland,
on some premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino,
dual sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see hoes in miskina,
lookin like they get tossed,
E-40 you be 'fo I tell one of yo biggest fans,
do what you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(*B-Leigt*)

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

(*B-Legit*)

Well pass it to me, pass 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 bottom an everythang,
I come back up, pimp, pawn my ring,
re-up, re-cop buy yeyo,
auction my shit off 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 me the homie wit the big O dub's,
an everytime you see me I be it up,
I'm the land of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the scratch fuck that,
bounce an make you bubble,
long as you don't yo dribble,
campaign wit the 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 from magazines,
I when my shit wasn't always clean
rappin niggaz, an hustlin 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 bitches to crates,
be the ballin bitch if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, up like tennis shoes,
bitches gettin one mo to suck dick,
hataz who be they hands, duck quick,
we shit,
yo be the four-fifth,
tough niggaz sweet, park we Yay Deep.

(chorus x4)

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

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.