Letra de Fetty In The Bag (feat. Goldie Loc, Big Tray Deee)
(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 bagIt'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, diceTwice 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 musicFrom 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 bagGive 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 recipeAnd 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, niggaFrom 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 bagDon'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 timeTakin' 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