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 a**, 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, n***az 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 n***a 40 waters an legit wit the b, n***az know f** tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam. (*b-leigt*) n***az from the bay be so damn vicious, Fly to atlanta f** morehouse buisness, It ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe, Super bad b**hes 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**h n***a 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**a when i bang westside, See this side be the smokes bliss side, Not the if, if was a fifth side. (*b-legit*) Well pa** it to me, pa** 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** 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 sh** off n***a 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 k**az, Heat feel the half fo the scratch n***a f** 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** tycoon from magazines, I remember when my sh** wasn't always clean Rappin n***az, an hustlin that's my bread an bu*ta, You n***az betta hurry up cuz there's money in this mutha f**a!!! (*richie rich*) Cuz i take morphine fate, cuz i serve mo fiends, f** wit b**hes duct-tapes to crates, Richie be the ballin b**h if ya snooze ya lose, Ride hoes like vogues, switch up like tennis shoes, b**hes gettin one mo chance to s** dick, Hataz who be waivin they hands, duck quick, We buck sh**, Yo gift be the four-fifth, Tough n***az 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 n***a, 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.