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I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fair cold
I´m all about the mix like a fuckin collage
And out the gararge, is the Bentley Onage
With the brains blowed out, so is the suns beeming

I got a jacket drooming and the hoes feeming
Since I´m Westside Connected I got a streets on hype
I got big deals, big squeels, big wheels, big pipes

Twenty-inches row - 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, not 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

What that connect nigga like three times selling
Six-double-0-west nigga selling 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 ass and king of the zaggin
Fo´-fo´ macking and coat tacking
Dub the hood and I´m in blue friend at ´em
Front up the club, I´m duolete, do for talk and mack ´em trick

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
Bitches on suck us done so cold
Ahhh! this is the life we chose

Dope money and rapping shit I´m all with it

And all I know is streets is how I spit it
Chickenhawk see a bird, I gotta get it
So if ya hood come up sho´, then I´d probably get it
If lil momma dick then I gotta hit it
The trojan gotta be a magnum for me to fit it
If you sherm on ´em stick then I´d probably lit it
The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it

To all them bitches that think they bootylicious
I think they new tricious - I think they do dishes
I make ´em three wishes - I take ´em 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 at that - and remember that
Where my motherfuckin niggas and my bitches at?

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 brains
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

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
Bitches on suck us done so cold
Ahhh! this is the life we chose

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
Bitches on suck us done so cold
Ahhh! 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 b-boy
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