Connected For Life (Feat. Ice Cube, W.C., Butch Ca
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[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps from Dodge to Fedco
I'm all about the mix like a fuckin cesarge
And out the gararge, is a Bentley Arnage
With the brains blowed out, so the suns beeming
I got a jacket drooming and the hoes fiening
Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype
I got big deals, big scrills, big wheels, big pipes
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Twenty-inches roll - going get these hoes
Pinky hoes - when I roll with my nigga Rose
Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it
Speaked about it no bitch, I'm a be about it
Who want some of this, West running this
Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch
She's a dummy bitch - with the money pit?
You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this
[Verse 3: W.C.]
Where that connect right? Nigga three time Dollas
Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich roll delling
Throw it up, po it up, guns bust fo' fingas up
Two twised in the middle with the thumb tucked
Chevy mansion, dipping and assing, kicking us hacking
Fo'-fo' macking and coat tacking
Dub the hood and I'm in blue friend at 'em
Front up the club, I'm duolete, do for talk and mack 'em trick
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
What is it like? Tossing 'em hoes
And rolling on fools on them fo's
Flossing 'em chain, we doing big thangs
And busting on punks at close range
This is the way us gangsta's roll
Sit back and watch as we stroll,
Snitchers and Scukas done so cold
Ahhh! this is the life we chose
[Verse 4: Mack 10]
Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it
And all I know is streets is how I spit it
Chickenhawk see a bird, I gotta get it
So if ya hood come up sho', then I'd probly get it
If lil momma thick then I gotta hit it
The children gotta be a magnum to me to fit it
If you sherm on 'em stick then I'd probly lit it
The red beem is on your weak so I'd probly spit it
[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
To all them bitches that think they bootylicious
I think they nutricious - I think they do dishes
I makin three wishes - I take 'em they pictures
And spit 'em they britches - I fuck 'em they bitches
Ego maniac - little homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube is an ass-hole it ain't it aint an act
So take a hit at that - and remember that
Where my mothafuckin niggas and my triggas at?
[Verse 6: W.C.]
Britches I get I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique
Like a trank and is nake 'em but fine when I spare them
And I can't shake these ghetto ways
I street rich nigga in the bag of lays
And the rubber benz from grace
From the turf for the sirenz and Neverlands
Where we keep pistols, smoking like Afghanistan
It's gangsta the killa - the dope dealer
Backing for mo' figgas - so trick died, down Po the liquor bitch
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 2X
What is it like? Tossong 'em hoes
And Rolling on fools on them folks
Flossing 'em chains, we doing big thangs
And busting on punks at close range
This is the ways us gangsta's roll
Sit back and watch us as we stroll.
Snithces and Suckas done so cold
Ahhh! this is the life we chose
[Repeat 2X]
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause I'ma be Connected For Life
[Mack 10 {Talking}]
Yeah!, West Connect gang for life
Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh you're a fool for this b-boy
Uh, uh, uh
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