Connected For Life Lyrics - Mack 10

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

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Twenty-inches role - 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, no xxxxx I'ma be about it
Who want some of this, West running this
Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch
She's a dummy xxxxx - with a money pit?
You broke xxx niggas can't even stomach this

[Verse 3: W.C.]
What that connect nigga like three times selling
Six-double-0-west sellin' 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 xxx and king of the zaggin
Fo'-fo' macking and toe taggin
Dub the hood phantom and the blue phantom in
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
xxxxxxx on suckas done so cold
Ahhh! this is the life we chose

[Verse 4: Mack 10]
Dope money and rapping xxxx I'm all with it
And all I know is the streets, so this is how I spit it
Chickenhawk see a bird, then I gotta get it
So if ya hood come up short, then I'd 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 was sherm on 'em stick then I'd probably lit it
The red beam was on your wig so I probably split it

[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
To all them xxxxxxx that think they bootylicious
I think they nutritious - I think they do dishes
I make 'em three wishes - of take they pictures
And spendin' they riches and fuckin' they bitches
Ego maniac - little homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube's an xxxxxxx and it ain't an act
So take a hit at that - and remember that
Where my motherfuckin niggas and my xxxxxxx 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 nigga eatin a bag of Lays
And the rubber bands and braids
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 bitch

[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
xxxxxxx on xxxx 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 Side Connect gang for life
Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh you're a fool for this beat, boy
Uh, uh, uh

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