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b legit - yay deep lyrics

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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 -ss, c-ke 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-gg-z spoke on me like i wasn’t n-body,
foolish as a youngsta i packed eightb-lls,
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-gg- 40 waters an legit wit the b,
n-gg-z know f-ck tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.

[b-leigt]

n-gg-z from the bay be so d-mn vicious,
fly to atlanta f-ck morehouse buisness,
it ain’t no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad b-tches 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 n-gg- 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 m-th- f-cka when i bang westside,
see this side be the smokes bliss side,
not the if, if was a fifth side.

[b-legit]

well p-ss it to me, p-ss 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-ck 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 sh-t off n-gg- 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 n-gg- f-ck 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 -ss tyc–n from magazines,
i remember when my sh-t wasn’t always clean
rappin n-gg-z, an hustlin that’s my bread an b-tta,
you n-gg-z betta hurry up cuz there’s money in this m-th- f-cka!!!

[richie rich]

cuz i take morphine fate, cuz i serve mo fiends,
f-ck wit b-tches duct-tapes to crates,
richie be the ballin b-tch if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, switch up like tennis shoes,
b-tches gettin one mo chance to suck d-ck,
hataz who be waivin they hands, duck quick,
we buck sh-t,
yo gift be the four-fifth,
tough n-gg-z 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-gg-, 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

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