E-40 Yay Deep Lyrics



Yay Deep Lyrics

E-40

  • Ha, ha,
  • south,
  • west,
  • riders,
  • south,
  • west,
  • riders.
  • (*E-40*)
  • Huh! Rockin an rollin, like the car was stolen,
  • on my way to see my weebles up in deep east Oakland,
  • smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino,
  • dual exhaust sparkin,
  • park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see some hoes in miskina,
  • lookin like they wanna get tossed,
  • E-40 you be careful 'fo I tell one of yo biggest fans,
  • do what you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.
  • (*Richie Rich*)
  • When I was off on caviars, dalmation spotted,
  • niggaz spoke on me like I wasn't nobody,
  • foolish as a youngsta I packed eightballs,
  • broke the ice, an often sold weed to stars,
  • but hey now an they how I run my sweet,
  • Yay Deep from the lungs to expose my heat,
  • like my nigga 40 waters an Legit wit the B,
  • niggaz know fuck tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.
  • (*B-Leigt*)
  • Niggaz from the Bay be so damn vicious,
  • fly to Atlanta fuck Morehouse buisness,
  • it ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
  • super bad bitches turn regular tracks hoes,
  • we mack hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
  • from here to California have 'em holdin my cream,
  • I'm on a winnin team, off heen an begals
  • make 'em drink 'fo a bitch nigga pay me.
  • (Chorus)
  • We slide, we slide, from south to west we ride. (x4)
  • (*Richie Rich*)
  • Now slip, slip slidin, rip, rip ridin,
  • I hurt a mutha fucka when I bang westside,
  • see this side be the smokes bliss side,
  • not the if, if was a fifth side.
  • (*B-Legit*)
  • Well pass it to me, pass back to you,
  • hit the light green til I turn dark blue, I'm through,
  • need not to do what I do,
  • Yay Deep only fuck wit a few.
  • (*E-40*)
  • But if I hit rock bottom an lose everythang,
  • I come back up, pimp, pawn my weddin ring,
  • re-up, re-cop buy some yeyo,
  • auction 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 this old jeep,
  • out slangin by the oak tree,
  • you know me the homie wit the big O dub's,
  • an everytime you see me I be blowin it up,
  • I'm from the land of the weed dealaz,
  • heat killaz,
  • heat feel the half fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
  • bounce back an make you bubble,
  • long as you don't double yo dribble,
  • campaign wit the swift hoes.
  • (*E-40*)
  • I went from a, ten speed wit a backpack,
  • to a, six-seven coupe left wit a luggage rack,
  • to a 400 SEL,
  • to a fresh off the show room floor V-12,
  • I'm a timin ass tycoon from magazines,
  • I remember when my shit wasn't always clean
  • rappin niggaz, an hustlin that's my bread an butta,
  • you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause there's money in this mutha fucka!!!
  • (*Richie Rich*)
  • 'cause I take morphine fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
  • fuck wit bitches duct-tapes to crates,
  • Richie be the ballin bitch if ya snooze ya lose,
  • ride hoes like vogues, switch up like tennis shoes,
  • bitches gettin one mo chance to suck dick,
  • hataz who be waivin they hands, duck quick,
  • we buck shit,
  • yo gift be the four-fifth,
  • tough niggaz play sweet, park we Yay Deep.
  • (chorus x4)
  • BIAAAATCH!! Fo sho! 40 waters, B-Legit an Double R, we ride.
  • Southwest, riders, southwest riders man, you know what we do,
  • E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, that nigga, Double R, Double R in the
  • house we ride, Richie Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
  • enough.
  • (chorus x4) Sik Wit It.


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