Butch Cassidy/Ice Cube/Mack 10/W.C. Jr. Connected for Life Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fair cold
I'm all about the mix like a f___in collage
And out the gararge, is the Bentley Onage
With the brains blowed out, so is the suns beeming
I got a jacket drooming and the hoes feeming
Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype
I got big deals, big squeels, big wheels, big pipes

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Twenty-inches row - going get these hoes
Pinky hoes - when I roll with my negros
Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it
Speak about it, not 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 n____ like three times selling
Six-double-0-west n____ selling rich roll delling
Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust fo' fingas up
Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed
Chevy Nash and dippin at a__ and king of the zaggin
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 it as it unfolds
b____es on suck us done so cold
Ahhh! 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 streets is how I spit it
Chickenhawk see a bird, I gotta get it
So if ya hood come up sho', then I'd probably get it
If lil momma d___ then I gotta hit it
The trojan gotta be a magnum for me to fit it
If you sherm on 'em stick then I'd 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 new tricious - I think they do dishes
I make 'em three wishes - I take 'em 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 at that - and remember that
Where my m_________in n____s and my b____es at?

[Verse 6: W.C.]
Britches I get I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique
Like a dragon it's nothin' but fire when I spit
And I can't shake these ghetto ways
A street rich n____ eatin a bag of Lays
And the rubber bands and brains
From the turf for the sirens and Neverlands
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____

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 2X
What is it like? Tossong 'em hoes
And Rolling on fools on them folks
Flossing 'em chain, we doing big thangs
And busting on punks at close range
This is the ways us gangsta's roll
Sit back and watch as it unfolds
b____es on suck us 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
Uh, uh, uh