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,
smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, coke El Camino,
exhaust sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see hoes in miskina,
lookin like 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 on me like I wasn't nobody,
foolish as a youngsta I eightballs,
broke the ice, an sold weed 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,
niggaz know fuck tha 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 regular tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, sell 'em a dream,
from to California have 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a winnin team, off heen an
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 I bang 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 Deep fuck wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit bottom an lose everythang,
I come back up, pimp, pawn my ring,
re-up, buy some 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 from the of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the scratch fuck that,
bounce 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 shit wasn't always
rappin niggaz, an hustlin that's my an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause there's in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I morphine fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
wit bitches duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the ballin if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, up like tennis shoes,
gettin one mo chance to suck 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, B-Legit an R, we ride.
Southwest, riders, southwest riders man, you what we do,
E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, nigga, Double R, Double R in the
house we ride, Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
enough.

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.