[Produced by Mannie Fresh]
[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 f**in 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 n***aroles
But be a freak about it, and I'mma see about it
Speak about it, no b**h I'mma be about it
Who want some of this, West running this
Mack 10 with the playboy bunny b**h
She's a dummy b**h - with a money pit?
You broke a** n***as can't even stomach this
[Verse 3: W.C.]
What that connect like? n***a like three time felon
Six-double-0-west n***a 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 a** 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
[Hook: Butch Ca**idy]
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
b**hes and s**ers stunt so cold
This is the life we chose..
[Verse 4: Mack 10]
Dope money and rapping sh** 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 b**hes 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 f**in' they b**hes
Ego maniac - little homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube's an a**hole and it ain't an act
So take a hit of that - and remember that
Where my motherf**in n***as and my b**hes 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 n***a 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 k**a - the dope dealer
Back for mo' figgas - so trick bow down and po' the liquor b**h
[Hook 2X]
[Mack 10: 2X]
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause I'mma be "Connected for Life"
[Outro: Mack 10]
Yeah!, West Connect gang for life
Butch Ca**idy, Mannie Fresh you a fool for this beat, boy
Uh, uh, uh