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 the mix like a fuckin collage And out in the garage, is a Bentley Onage With the brains blowed out, so the suns beaming I got the jackers drooling and the hoes feinding Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipes Twenty-inches roll – goin' get these hoes Picky hoes - wanna roll with my Negroes 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 running this Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch She's a dummy bitch - where the money pit? You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this What that connect like? Nigga three time felon. Six-double-0 West selling, rich, rebellin'. Throw it up; hold it up, guns bust, four fingers up Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed. Chevy mashin', dipping the ass n' killin' a zaggin. 44' mag'n and toe tagging Dub the hood phantom and I'm in a blue phantom. In front of the club, I'm valet, dumpin' a tall can of magnum, trick. What is it like? Tossing 'em hoes And rolling on fools on them fo's Flossing 'em chains, we doing big thangs And busting 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 Ahhh! This is the life we chose Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it And all I know is streets, so this is how I spit it Chicken hawk see a bird, and I gotta get it So if ya hood come up short, then I'd probably did it And if your momma thick then I gotta hit it The Trojans gotta be a magnum for me to fit it If its sherm on a stick then I probably lit it The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it To all them bitches that think they bootylicious I think they nutritious- I think they do dishes I make 'em three wishes - of takin' they pictures And spending they riches- I fuck 'em they bitches Ego-maniac, little homies call me brainiac Ice Cube is an ass-hole, and it ain't an act So take a hit of that - and remember that Where my motha-fuckin' niggas and my bitches at? Tr-i-ick I'm W.C, the rider of the clique. Like a dragon its nothin' but fire when I spit And I can't shake these ghetto ways I street rich nigga eatin' a bag of lays Some rubber bands some braids From the turf for the sirens and ambulance Where we keep the pistols smoking like Afghanistan It's the gangsta, the killa, the dope dealer Back for more figgas-, so trick, bow down and pour the liquor, bitch! What is it like? Tossin 'em hos And rollin' on fools on them vogues Flossin' 'em chains, we doin' big thangs And busting on punks at close range This is the ways us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch as it unfolds Bitches and suckas done so cold Ahhh! This is the life we chose What is it like? Tossin 'em hos And rollin' on fools on them vogues Flossin' 'em chains, we doin' big thangs And busting on punks at close range This is the ways us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch as it unfolds Bitches and suckas done so cold Ahhh! This is the life we chose It's plain to see you can't change me Cause I'm a be Connected For Life It's plain to see you can't change me Cause I'm a be Connected For Life Yeah! Westside Connect gang for life Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh you're a fool for this b-boy Uh, uh, uh