Ha, ha,
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south,
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west,
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riders,
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south,
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west,
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riders.
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(*E-40*)
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Huh! Rockin an rollin, like the car was stolen,
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on my way to see my weebles up in deep east Oakland,
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smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino,
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dual exhaust sparkin,
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park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see some hoes in miskina,
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lookin like they wanna get tossed,
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E-40 you be careful 'fo I tell one of yo biggest fans,
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do what you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.
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(*Richie Rich*)
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When I was off on caviars, dalmation spotted,
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niggaz spoke on me like I wasn't nobody,
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foolish as a youngsta I packed eightballs,
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broke the ice, an often sold weed to stars,
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but hey now an they how I run my sweet,
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Yay Deep from the lungs to expose my heat,
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like my nigga 40 waters an Legit wit the B,
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niggaz know fuck tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.
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(*B-Leigt*)
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Niggaz from the Bay be so damn vicious,
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fly to Atlanta fuck Morehouse buisness,
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it ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
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super bad bitches turn regular tracks hoes,
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we mack hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
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from here to California have 'em holdin my cream,
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I'm on a winnin team, off heen an begals
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make 'em drink 'fo a bitch nigga pay me.
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(Chorus)
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We slide, we slide, from south to west we ride. (x4)
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(*Richie Rich*)
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Now slip, slip slidin, rip, rip ridin,
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I hurt a mutha fucka when I bang westside,
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see this side be the smokes bliss side,
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not the if, if was a fifth side.
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(*B-Legit*)
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Well pass it to me, pass back to you,
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hit the light green til I turn dark blue, I'm through,
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need not to do what I do,
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Yay Deep only fuck wit a few.
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(*E-40*)
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But if I hit rock bottom an lose everythang,
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I come back up, pimp, pawn my weddin ring,
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re-up, re-cop buy some yeyo,
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auction my shit off nigga give 'em rum an zale.
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BEEATCH!!!
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(chorus x4)
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(*B-Legit*)
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I'm Yay Deep, come an talk sleep, el g, in this old jeep,
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out slangin by the oak tree,
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you know me the homie wit the big O dub's,
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an everytime you see me I be blowin it up,
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I'm from the land of the weed dealaz,
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heat killaz,
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heat feel the half fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
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bounce back an make you bubble,
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long as you don't double yo dribble,
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campaign wit the swift hoes.
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(*E-40*)
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I went from a, ten speed wit a backpack,
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to a, six-seven coupe left wit a luggage rack,
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to a 400 SEL,
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to a fresh off the show room floor V-12,
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I'm a timin ass tycoon from magazines,
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I remember when my shit wasn't always clean
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rappin niggaz, an hustlin that's my bread an butta,
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you niggaz betta hurry up cuz there's money in this mutha fucka!!!
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(*Richie Rich*)
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Cuz I take morphine fate, cuz I serve mo fiends,
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fuck wit bitches duct-tapes to crates,
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Richie be the ballin bitch if ya snooze ya lose,
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ride hoes like vogues, switch up like tennis shoes,
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bitches gettin one mo chance to suck dick,
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hataz who be waivin they hands, duck quick,
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we buck shit,
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yo gift be the four-fifth,
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tough niggaz play sweet, park we Yay Deep.
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(chorus x4)
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BIAAAATCH!! Fo sho! 40 waters, B-Legit an Double R, we ride.
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Southwest, riders, southwest riders man, you know what we do,
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E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, that nigga, Double R, Double R in the
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house we ride, Richie Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
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enough.
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(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.
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Yay Deep
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E-40 |