E-40 - 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 ass, coke white el camino,Dual exhaust sparkin,Park it like reno, I aint 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 wasnt 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 ***** tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.(*b-leigt*)Niggaz from the bay be so damn vicious,Fly to atlanta ***** morehouse buisness,It aint no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,Super bad *****es turn regular tracks hoes,We mack hoes, then sell em a dream,From here to california have em holdin my cream,Im on a winnin team, off heen an begalsMake em drink fo a ***** 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 *****a 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, Im through,Need not to do what I do,Yay deep only ***** 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*)Im 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 dubs,An everytime you see me I be blowin it up,Im from the land of the weed dealaz,Heat killaz,Heat feel the half fo the scratch nigga ***** that,Bounce back an make you bubble,Long as you dont 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,Im a timin ass tycoon from magazines,I remember when my shit wasnt always cleanRappin niggaz, an hustlin thats my bread an butta,You niggaz betta hurry up cuz theres money in this mutha *****a!!!(*richie rich*)Cuz I take morphine fate, cuz I serve mo fiends,***** wit *****es duct-tapes to crates,Richie be the ballin ***** if ya snooze ya lose,Ride hoes like vogues, switch up like tennis shoes,*****es 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 theHouse we ride, richie rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,Enough.(chorus x4) sik wit it.
