[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jump out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fed co
I'm all about the mix like a f***in collage
And out the garage, is a Bentley Onage
With the brains blowed out, so the sun's beamin
I got the jackers drooling, and the hoes fiendin'
And since I'm West-side Connected got the streets on hype
I got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipes
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Twenty-inchers roll - go and get these hoes
Picky hoes want to roll with my n****roles
But be a freak about it, and I'ma see about it
Speak about it, no b**** I'ma be about it
Who want some of this, West running this
Mack 10 with the playboy bunny b****
She's a dummy b**** - with a money pit?
You broke a** n****s can't even stomach this
[Verse 3: W.C.]
What that connect like? N**** like three time felon
Six-double-0-west n**** selling rich are you-bellin'
Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust fo' fingers up
Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed
Chevy Nash and dippin' the a** and king of the zaggin'
Fo'-fo' mackin' and coat taggin'
Dub the hood phantom I'm in a blue phantom
In front of the club and valet, do for talk and mack 'em trick
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
What is it like, tossin' them hoes?
And rollin' them fools on them vogues
Flossin' them chains, we doin' big things
And bustin' on punks at close range
This the way us gangstas roll
Sit back and watch as it unfolds
B****es and suckers stunt so cold
This is the life we chose
[Verse 4: Mack 10]
Dope money and rapping s*** I'm all with it
And all I know is the street so that's how I spit it
Chicken-hawk see a bird, then I gotta get it
So if ya hood come up short, then I probably did it
And if lil' momma thick then I gotta hit it
The Trojan gotta be a magnum for me to fit it
If it was sherm on a stick then I probably lit it
The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it
[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
To all them b****es that think they bootylicious
I think they nutritious - I think they do dishes
I'm makin' three wishes, or takin' they pictures
And spendin' they riches and f***in' they b****es
Ego maniac - little homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube's an a**hole and it ain't an act
So take a hit of that - and remember that
Where my motherf***in n****s and my b****es at?
[Verse 6: W.C.]
Tree-i-ick! I'm Dub-see, the rider with the clique
And like a dragon it's nathin' but fire when I spit
And I can't shake these ghetto ways
A street rich n**** eatin' a bag of Lays
And rubber bands and braids
From the turf for the side, rings an ambulance
Where we keep the pistols smoking just like Afghanistan
It's gangsta the killa - the dope dealer
Back for mo' figgas - so trick bow down and po' the liquor b****
[Mack 10: x2]
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause I'ma be "Connected for Life"
[Outro: Mack 10]
Yeah!, West Connect gang for life
Butch Cassidy, Mannie Fresh you a fool for this beat, boy
Uh, uh, uh
Writer(s): JR., B. THOMAS, DEDRICK D'MON ROLISON, O'SHEA JACKSON, WILLIAM CALHOUN
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