Coolio – Out Fa The Bag Lyrics (feat. Al & C.l.a.y)


[Chorus]
Out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out, out for the bag (That’s right, get the bag, homie)
Out for the bag
Out for the bag
Out for the (Yep)
I’m out for the bag (That’s right)
Out, out for the bag (Get the bag, baby)
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag (Yep)
Out for the bag (Get the bag, homie)
Out, out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out, out for the bag (That’s right)
[Verse 1]
Making plays on my way to court
She playing games with my life like this shit a sport (That’s right)
And I been out here in the field, niggas on the porch
They stealing milk from the babies on child support
All I really wanna do is lift my lafamilia
I think I seen the bitch beforе, she lookin’ familiar (That’s right)
I spent a thousand on my shoes, f*ck thеm lookin’ loos
A couple bands on my jewels make a bitch choose (Yep)
And she go suck dick ’cause she like to count (That’s right)
I ride around in a Jag like I’m tryna pounce
Bitch, I can make a eight ball bounce
Bitch, I can send them packs to yo’ town (Yep)
I been stackin’ it up in large amounts
I just let that money talk before I announce (Yep)
She don’t want slack, she want pow (That’s right)
As soon as that bitch get the signal she goin’ down
[Chorus]
Out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out, out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the
I’m out for the bag (Yep)
Out, out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out, out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out, out for the bag (Yep)
[Verse 2]
Wassup my killers and all my bitches? I hope y’all ready to get these riches (That’s right)
To stack that guap, them dividends
Me and Wino pimpin’ in all blue Benz
All blued out on them all blue rims
Them ones, them tens, them dubs and fins (That’s right)
When you got C-notes then you got boats
And hoes and gold’s hangin’ from your throat
With icing on ’em, you shining, homie
It’s funny, with a bag you never lonely (That’s right)
Stocks and bonds and a big ass lawn
And a Maserati in your garage (Yep)
Some read bibles, some study Koran
You f*ckin’ redheads, brunettes and blondes
When yo’ pocket low though you get no run (That’s right)
No gas, no drank, no food, no fun
Get the bag, homie
[Chorus]
Out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out, out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the
I’m out for the bag (Yep)
Out, out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out, out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out, out for the bag (Yep)
[Verse 3]
They say, “Clay, why you acting like an asshole?”
I said, “Nigga, ’cause I’m all about my cash flow”
I’m a big frog, y’all niggas tadpoles
Niggas tryna go fast but they gas low (That’s right)
I got a bitch that’s from Houston like an Astro
I kill that p*ssy like Jason, no mask though (Yep)
Out for the cash, I’m moving fast, never last, hoe
Had to exchange my current bitch for my last hoe (That’s right)
Told her that I’m hungry, she took a nigga to Maestro’s
This ain’t my first rodeo, I pulled her like a lassie (Yep)
Fast, go, then go fast, baby, like NASCAR (That’s right)
Say they get the bag, these niggas sad, I laugh hard
Niggas know I come with plenty heat
Blow her back out in between the sheets
Ain’t talkin’ money, I don’t wanna speak
They sleepin’ on me so they countin’ sheep (Yep)
Official, my name ringin’ in the streets (That’s right)
Always makin’ money in my sleep
[Chorus]
Out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out, out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the
I’m out for the bag (Yep)
Out, out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out, out for the bag
Out for the bag (That’s right)
Out for the bag
Out, out for the bag (Yep)