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 fuckin' 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 fuck '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 mothafuckin' 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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Duration
04:23
Key
2
Tempo
95 BPM

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