Studio Ton - 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***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