Connected For Life (Feat. Ice Cube, W.C., Butch Ca

[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

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