Yay Deep

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.