Fetty In The Bag

(Amplified)

From The Isley Brothers to the Jackson 5

A nigga give it to you on the Black hand side

Collide and glide 'til we amplified

And do it all together, Electric Slide

It got good to you (Good to you)

Now you feelin' the vibe

In the Chevy, rollin', ready to ride

Hand out the moon, heavy on the gas

Steady on the mash, now put the fetty in the bag

It's a stick-up, I get to the money with no hiccups

Give two fucks, no goof-ups

No back-ups, no swoop-ups (Nope)

Get stomped out in some motherfuckin' blue Chucks

Yeah, nigga, I'm back

In a 9-4 Cadillac, playin'

Zapp with fifteens in the back

Stash thе strap strap then adjust my snapback

Salt and pepper, bеans and rice

Ebony and ivory, domino, dice

Twice as nice, never payin' the price

Bakin' a cake, have a slice

Mustard and mayonnaise

Leather and wood (Ooh wee)

Take it from the rich

Givin' back to the hood

You know how we do's it

Robbed his ass and rode

Off to some gangsta music

From The Isley Brothers to the Jackson 5

A nigga give it to you on the Black hand side

Collide and glide 'til we amplified

And do it all together, Electric Slide

It got good to you (Good to you)

Now you feelin' the vibe

In the Chevy, rollin', ready to ride

Hand out the moon, heavy on the gas

Steady on the mash, now put the fetty in the bag

Give it to 'em, Loc, you know I gotta

Serve 'em all the time (All the time)

And I ain't gon' quit bangin'

Until I get mine (Real talk)

Saggin' in my all blue deuce with the rag down

Ayo, Amplified, turn that shit up loud

Stayin' true to the game, that's in my bloodline

Long Beach Eastside, born and raised in 1-5 (1-5)

Gangsta Crip music, C raggin' to the left of me

Only a few real niggas got the recipe

And I ain't gotta say they names

You know it's real deal when you hear

A little pain from the home of the braves (Braves)

And we still make it crack-a-lack

Goldie Loc and Snoop Dogg, bring that G shit back

They say they tired of that watered down (Watered down)

They wanna bang some real shit

When they ridin' 'round (Ridin' 'round)

That's why I'm spittin' now, so I can never fall off

It's been twenty-plus years I've been Crippin' with the Boss, nigga

From The Isley Brothers to the Jackson 5

A nigga give it to you on the Black hand side

Collide and glide 'til we amplified

And do it all together, Electric Slide

It got good to you (Good to you)

Now you feelin' the vibe

In the Chevy, rollin', ready to ride (Zz, zz)

Hand out the moon, heavy on the gas

Steady on the mash, now put the fetty in the bag

Don't cough, break it off or the heat gon' spark

Hair trigger for them figures when I ride and stomp (Get 'em)

No mask, don't ask, just flash the steel

Get cash quick fast or it's caps to peel (ah)

It's the mangler, fidangler, always keep it gangster

Savage, livin' lavish, go hard to see my paper (Get it)

Straight grind, take mine, whatever to make mine

Die before I beg, instead I'd face state time (uh-uh)

All the way live, yeah, just like Lakeside

Doin' dirt, puttin' in work, no play time

Takin' flight for the finer things in life

Still loccin', been a mogul, never changed my stripes

Check the résumé, I dare to say you better lay low

When them G's called Tha Eastsidaz step in the door

All go, y'all know, we stay ready to mash

Weapons to blast, now put that fetty in a bag (Yeah)

From The Isley Brothers to the Jackson Five

A nigga give it to you on the Black hand side

Collide and glide 'til we amplified

And do it all together, Electric Slide

It got good to you (Good to you)

Now you feelin' the vibe

In the Chevy, rollin', ready to ride

Hand out the moon, heavy on the gas

Steady on the mash, now put the fetty in the bag