Connected for Life

[Produced by Mannie Fresh] [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 up in the mix like a fuckin’ collage And out the garage is a Bentley Onage With the brains blowed out, so the sun's beamin’ I got the jackers droolin’, and the hoes fiendin’ And since I'm Westside 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 wanna roll with my niggaroles But be a freak about it, and I'ma see about it Speak about it, no, bitch, I'ma 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 [Verse 3: W.C.] What that connect like? Nigga three-time felon Six-double-0-west sellin’ rich [?] Throw it up, hold it up, gun bust fo' fingers up Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed Chevy Nash and dippin’ the ass and king of the zaggin’ Fo'-fo' Mag and the toe taggin’ Dub the hood phantom, in a blue Phantom In front of the club and valet, go for talk and a magnum, trick [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] What is it like, tossin' them hoes? And rollin' on fools on them foes Flossin' them chains, we doin' big thangs And bustin' on punks at close range This the way us gangstas roll Sit back and watch as it unfolds Bitches and suckers stunt so cold Ah, this is the life we chose [Verse 4: Mack 10] Dope money and rappin’, shit, I'm all with it And all I know is the street so that's how I spit it Chickenhawk 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 the bitches 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 fuckin' they bitches Egomaniac, little homies call me brainiac Ice Cube's an asshole and it ain't an act So take a hit of that, and remember that Where my motherfuckin’ niggas and my bitches at? [Verse 6: W.C.] Tree-i-ick! I'm Dub-C, 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 nigga eatin’ a bag of Lays, some rubber bands, some braids From the turf for the side, rings an ambulance Where we keep the pistols smokin’ like Afghanistan It's the gangsta, the killa, the dope dealer back for more figgas So trick bow down and po' the liquor, bitch [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] What is it like, tossin' them hoes? And rollin' on fools on them foes Flossin' them chains, we doin' big thangs And bustin' on punks at close range This the way us gangstas roll Sit back and watch as it unfolds Bitches and suckers stunt so cold Ah, this is the life we chose What is it like, tossin' them hoes? And rollin' on fools on them foes Flossin' them chains, we doin' big thangs And bustin' on punks at close range This the way us gangstas roll Sit back and watch as it unfolds Bitches and suckers stunt so cold Ah, this is the life we chose [Post-Chorus: Mack 10] 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 [Outro: Mack 10] Yeah, West Connect gang for life Butch Cassidy Mannie Fresh, you a fool for this beat, boy Uh, uh, uh