Mac 10 "Connected For Life (Feat. Ice Cube, W.C., Butch Ca" |
[Verse 1: Mack 10] I jumped out the box 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 gararge, is a Bentley Arnage With the brains blowed out, so the suns beeming I got a jackers drooling and the hoes fiending Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big scrills, big wheels, big pipes [Verse 2: Ice Cube] 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 running 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.] Where that connect right? Nigga three time felon Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich roll delling Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust- fo' fingas up Two twised in the middle with the thumb tucked Chevy mashin, dipping and assing, kin toda zaggin Fo'-fo' magging and toe taggin Dub the hood phantom in a blue van Im front of the club- the valet dump a tall can of magnum trick [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] What is it like? Tossing 'em hoes And rolling on fools on Bremboes 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 as it unfolds bitches and Scukas done so cold Ahhh! this is the life we chose [Verse 4: Mack 10] Dope money and rapping 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 [Verse 5: Ice Cube] To all them bitches that think they bootylicious I think they nutricious - 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 it ain't it aint an act So take a hit at that - and remember that Where my mothafuckin niggas and my triggas at? [Verse 6: W.C.] 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 smoking like Afghanistan It's gangsta the killa - the dope dealer Backing for mo' figgas - so trick bow down n Po the liquor bitch [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 2X What is it like? Tossin 'em hoes And Rolling on fools on Bremboes Flossing 'em chains, we doing big thangs And busting 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 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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |