Yay Deep by 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,
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