Snoop Dogg, Tha Eastsidaz, Big Tray Deee - Fetty in the Bag lyrics

(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