Artist: Mack 10
Album: Bang or Ball
Title: Connected For Life
feat. Ice Cube, W.C., Butch Cassidy
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
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
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
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
[Verse 3: W.C.]
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.
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
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
[Verse 4: Mack 10]
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
[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
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?
[Verse 6: W.C.]
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!
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 2X
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
[Repeat 2X]
It`s plain to see you can`t change me
Cause I`m a be Connected For Life
[Mack 10 {Talking}]
Yeah! Westside Connect gang for life
Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh you`re a fool for this b-boy
uh, uh, uh
