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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