Yay Deep lyrics

[Intro]
Ha, ha
South
West
Riders
South
West
Riders

[Verse 1]

[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 Moschino
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
n*ggas 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 and they how I run my sweet
Yay Deep from the lungs to expose my heat
Like my n*gga 40 waters an Legit wit the B
n*ggas know f*ck tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam
[B-Legit]
n*ggas from the Bay be so damn vicious
Fly to Atlanta f*ck Morehouse b*tches
It ain't no swishers, just zigs, an zags ho
Super bad b*tches 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 b*tch n*gga pay me

[Chorus] (x4)
We slide, we slide, from south to west we ride

[Verse 2]

[Richie Rich]
Now slip, slip slidin, rip, rip ridin
I hurt a mutha f*cka 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 f*ck wit a few
[E-40]
But if I hit rock bottom and lose everythang
I come back up, pimp, pawn my weddin ring
Re-up, re-cop buy some yayo
Auction my sh*t off n*gga give 'em rum an zale
BEEATCH!!!

[Chorus] (x4)


[Verse 3]

[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
And 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 n*gga f*ck 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 Magazine
I remember when my sh*t wasn't always clean
Rappin n*ggas, an hustlin that's my bread and butta
You n*ggas betta hurry up cuz there's money in this motherf*ckers
[Richie Rich]
Cause I take morphine fate, cause I serve mo fiends
f*ck wit b*tches duct-tapes to crates
Richie be the ballin b*tch if ya snooze ya lose
Ride hoes like vogues, switch up like tennis shoes
b*tches gettin one mo chance to suck di*k
Hataz who be waivin they hands, duck quick
We buck sh*t
Yo gift be the four-fifth
Tough n*ggas play sweet, park we Yay Deep

[Chorus] (x4)

[Outro]
BIAAAATCH!! Fo sho! 40 waters, B-Legit and Double R, we ride
Southwest, riders, southwest riders man, you know what we do
E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, that n*gga, Double R, Double R in the
House we ride, Richie Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin
Enough

[Chorus] (x4) Sick Wit It