[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 about 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 drooling, 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 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.]
What that connect like? Nigga like three time felon
Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich Ru-bellin`
Throw it up, hold it up, guns 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` mackin and coat taggin
Dub the hood phtanom I`m in a blue phantom
In front of the club and valet, do for talk and mack `em trick
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
What is it like, tossin` them hoes?
And rollin` them fools on them vogues
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
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 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 them 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
Ego maniac - 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
And rubber bands and braids
From the turf for the side, rings an ambulance
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 bitch
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Mack 10 - repeat 2X]
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
