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***as 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***as know f** tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam
(*B-Leigt*)
n***as from the Bay be so damn vicious
Fly to Atlanta f** Morehouse b**hes
It ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an zags ho
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 Magazine
I remember when my sh** wasn't always clean
Rappin n***as, an hustlin that's my bread an bu*ta
You n***as 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***as 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