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, coke El Camino,
exhaust sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't I see some hoes in miskina,
lookin like they get tossed,
E-40 you be careful 'fo I tell one of yo fans,
do what you do all I to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

I was off on caviars, dalmation spotted,
niggaz on me like I wasn't nobody,
foolish as a youngsta I 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,
know fuck tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz from the Bay be so vicious,
fly to Atlanta fuck buisness,
it ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an hoe,
bad bitches turn regular tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, then 'em a dream,
from here to California have 'em 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 side be the smokes 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,
not to do what I do,
Yay Deep only wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit bottom an lose everythang,
I come back up, pimp, my weddin ring,
re-up, re-cop buy yeyo,
auction my off nigga 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 the land of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the scratch nigga that,
back an make you bubble,
long as you double yo dribble,
campaign wit the 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 remember when my shit always clean
rappin niggaz, an hustlin that's my an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take morphine fate, 'cause I mo fiends,
wit bitches duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the bitch if ya snooze 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 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, 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.