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, white El Camino,
dual sparkin,
it like Reno, I ain't soft I see some hoes in miskina,
lookin like wanna get tossed,
you be careful 'fo I tell one of yo biggest fans,
do you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

When I was off on caviars, spotted,
spoke on me like I wasn't nobody,
foolish as a youngsta I eightballs,
broke the ice, an often weed to stars,
but hey now an how I run my sweet,
Yay Deep from the 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, zigs, an zags hoe,
bad bitches turn regular tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, then 'em a dream,
here 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, south to west we ride. (x4)

(*Richie Rich*)

Now slip, slidin, rip, rip ridin,
I hurt a mutha fucka I bang westside,
see this be the smokes bliss 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 only fuck wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit bottom an lose everythang,
I come up, pimp, pawn my weddin ring,
re-up, buy some yeyo,
my shit off nigga give 'em rum an zale.
BEEATCH!!!

(chorus x4)

(*B-Legit*)

I'm Yay Deep, come an talk sleep, el g, in old jeep,
out by the oak tree,
you me the homie wit the big O dub's,
an everytime you see me I be it up,
I'm from the of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat the half fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
back an make you bubble,
long as you double yo dribble,
wit the swift 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 my shit wasn't always clean
rappin niggaz, an hustlin that's my 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 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 to suck dick,
hataz who be waivin they hands, quick,
we shit,
yo be the four-fifth,
tough niggaz play sweet, 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.