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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,
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 nigg* 40 waters an Legit wit the B,
know fk tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.
(*B-Leigt*)
from the Bay be so d*mn vicious,
fly to Atlanta fk Morehouse buisness,
it ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad girls 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 nigg* 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 muth* fka 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 fk wit a few.
(*E-40*)
But if I hit rock bottom an lose everythang,
I come back up, pimp, p*wn my weddin ring,
re-up, re-cop buy some yeyo,
auction my s**t off nigg* 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 killaz,
heat feel the half fo the scratch nigg* fk 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 as* tyc00n from magazines,
I remember when my s**t wasn't always clean
rappin , an hustlin that's my bread an butta,
you betta hurry up cuz there's money in this muth* fka!!!
(*Richie Rich*)
Cuz I take morphine fate, cuz I serve mo fiends,
fk wit girls duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the ballin b*tch if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, switch up like tennis shoes,
girls gettin one mo chance to suck d*ck,
hataz who be waivin they hands, duck quick,
we buck s**t,
yo gift be the four-fifth,
tough 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 nigg*, 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.
