In The Bag Lyrics

I got the game in the bag
Put my money in the bag
Where my pants wit a sag
Where I'm at in the lab
Niggas want what I have
What's that it's a jag
Leather seats with the heat
And On top it's a rag
Yo and every now and then I might floss might brag
Cause ain't to many niggas got what I got in the bag

Now turn it up just a tad
This is not just a fad
I am bad with this mutha fuckin pen and a pad
I will not wear shag skinny jeans with the plaid not because I think it's wack but because it's not my swag
I am not still a lad so my songs may not have what's appropriate for teenie boppers this is for the grads
I have never sold crack... but I command tenGroove Chambers - In The Bag - http://motolyrics.com/groove-chambers/in-the-bag-lyrics.html
Thousand times a thousand divided by ten friend

When it comes to paintin pictures my lyrics tell the story a walkin dictionary
I'm a fuckin allegory
In school spent my time actin up in laboratories
But now I by my shoes in stack up in categories lifes crazy
And everyday it still amazin
They say that rap is silly so it's funny how it pays him my mama proud of me so fuck you if u hatin I do it for the art so whatever u sayin...

Atl where u at Kansas city got my back, I was born to rap born to hold mic born to snap, NYC where u be I'll be back in bout to week, I'm a hit the streets I'm a sell some beats. Make some cheese
INV EST put my money back in me
The best investment I can make and I make bank so let me see my 16's check
My niggas on deck, and we about to run this bitch before I even bust a sweat
Now I'm almost done these verses just for fun
And You cannot see mr like you tryna stare directly at the sun yo flow is water gun my rap is pisrol Pete my misdirection keep you guessing can you guess who made this beat they feel me in the street they bump it in the club
So niggas smoke ya smoke and drank ya drank and show ya boy some love
And then when u get home just turn your fm on then call yo DJ tell him play my mutha fuckin song