Yay Deep Lyrics

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 a*s, 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 f**k tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz from the Bay be so damn vicious,
fly to Atlanta f**k 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 f**ka when I bang westside,
see this side be the smokes bliss side,
not the if, if was a fifth side.

(*B-Legit*)

Well pa*s it to me, pa*s 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 a*s 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 f**ka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take morphine fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
f**k 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 s*ck d**k,
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.