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, white El Camino,
exhaust sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't I see some hoes in miskina,
lookin they wanna get tossed,
you be careful 'fo I tell 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,
niggaz spoke on me like I nobody,
as a youngsta I packed eightballs,
broke the ice, an sold weed to stars,
but hey now an how I run my sweet,
Yay from the lungs to expose 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,
super bad bitches regular tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, sell 'em a dream,
from here to California have 'em my cream,
I'm on a winnin team, off an begals
make 'em '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 smokes side,
not the if, if was a side.

(*B-Legit*)

Well pass it to me, pass to you,
hit the light green til I dark blue, I'm through,
not to do what I do,
Yay only fuck wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock an lose everythang,
I come back up, pimp, pawn my ring,
re-up, re-cop buy yeyo,
my shit 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 me the homie 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 scratch nigga that,
bounce back an 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 floor V-12,
I'm a timin ass tycoon magazines,
I remember when my shit wasn't always
niggaz, an hustlin that's my bread an butta,
you betta hurry up 'cause there's money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

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