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 up in deep east Oakland,
smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, coke El Camino,
dual sparkin,
it like Reno, I ain't soft I see some hoes in miskina,
lookin like wanna 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*)

When I was off on caviars, spotted,
niggaz spoke on me 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 nigga 40 waters an wit the B,
niggaz know fuck tha wit the triple gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz from the Bay be so vicious,
fly to Atlanta Morehouse buisness,
it no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad turn regular tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, then 'em a dream,
from here to California 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a winnin team, off heen an
'em drink 'fo a bitch nigga pay me.

(Chorus)

We slide, we slide, south to west we ride. (x4)

(*Richie Rich*)

Now slip, slidin, rip, rip ridin,
I a mutha fucka 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, pass to you,
hit the light til I turn dark blue, I'm through,
need not to do I do,
Yay Deep only wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit bottom an lose everythang,
I back up, pimp, pawn my weddin ring,
re-up, buy some 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 me the homie 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 nigga that,
back 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 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 hurry up 'cause there's money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

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