Connected for Life (feat. Ice Cube, WC & Butch Cassidy)

I jumped out the blocks like ready, set, go Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco I'm all up in the mix like a fuckin' collage And out the garage, is a Bentley Arnage With the brains blowed out, so the suns beamin' I got a jackers droolin' and the hoes fiendin' And since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big scrills, big wheels, big pipes Twenty inches roll, going get these hoes Ficky hoes, wanna I roll with my niggaros Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it Speak about it no bitch, I'm a be about it Who want some of this, West runnin' this Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch She's a dummy bitch, with a money pit You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this Where that connect right? Nigga three time felon Six-double-0-west nigga sellin' rich roll dellin' Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust- fo' fingas up Two twisted in the middle with the thumb tucked Chevy mashin', dippin' and assin', kin toda zaggin' Fo'-fo' maggin' and toe taggin' Dub the hood phantom in a blue van I'm front of the club- the valet dump a tall can of magnum trick What is it like? Tossin' 'em hoes And rollin' on fools on Bremboes Flossin' 'em chain, we doing big thangs And bustin' on punks at close range This is the way us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch as it unfolds Bitches and suckas done so cold Ahh, this is the life we chose Dope money and rappin' shit I'm all with it And all I know is the streets so thats how I spit it Chickenhawk see a bird, I gotta get it So if ya hood come up short then I'd probly did it If 'lil momma thick then I gotta hit it The Trojan gotta be a Magnum to me to fit it If it was sherm on a stick then I'd probly lit it The red beem was on your wig so I probly split it To all them bitches that think they bootylicious I think they nutritious, 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 and it ain't, it ain't an act So take a hit at that and remember that Where my mothafuckin' niggas and my triggas at? Britches I get I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique 'N like a dragon I snaked em on fire when I spit I can't shake these ghetto ways A street rich nigga eatin a bag of lays With rubber bands and braids From the turf for the sirenz and Neverlands Where we keep pistols smokin, like Afghanistan It's gangsta the killa, the dope dealer Backin' for mo' figgas, so trick bow down 'n po the liquor bitch What is it like? Tossin 'em hoes And rollin' on fools on Bremboes Flossing 'em chains, we doing big thangs And bustin' on punks at close range This is the ways us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch us as it unfolds Bitches and suckas done so cold Ahh, this is the life we chose What is it like? Tossin 'em hoes And rollin' on fools on Bremboes Flossin' 'em chains, we doing big thangs And bustin' on punks at close range This is the ways us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch us as it unfolds Bitches and suckas done so cold Ahh, this is the life we chose It's plain to see, you can't change me 'Cause I'ma be connected for life It's plain to see, you can't change me 'Cause I'ma be connected for life Yeah, West Connect gang for life Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh You're a fool for this boy Uh, uh, uh