Connected For Life Lyrics

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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck '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 mothaf*ckin' 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

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