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 up in deep east Oakland,
smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, white El Camino,
exhaust sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see hoes in miskina,
lookin like they get tossed,
E-40 you be careful 'fo I tell one of yo fans,
do you do all I listen 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 I packed eightballs,
the ice, an often sold weed 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 fuck tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz from the Bay be so vicious,
fly to fuck Morehouse buisness,
it ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an hoe,
super bad bitches regular tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, then 'em a dream,
from to California have 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a team, off heen an begals
make 'em drink 'fo a nigga pay me.

(Chorus)

We slide, we slide, south to west 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 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, 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 from the of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the nigga fuck that,
bounce an make you bubble,
long as you double yo dribble,
wit the swift hoes.

(*E-40*)

I went a, ten speed wit a backpack,
to a, six-seven coupe left wit a rack,
to a 400 SEL,
to a fresh off the room floor V-12,
I'm a ass tycoon from magazines,
I remember when my shit wasn't clean
rappin niggaz, an hustlin that's my an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause there's money in mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I morphine fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
fuck wit duct-tapes to crates,
be the ballin bitch if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes vogues, switch up like tennis 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, an Double 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.