Connected for Life

If it was sherm on a stick then I'd probly lit it
You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this
Sit back and watch as it unfolds
And all I know is the streets so thats how I spit it

I'm front of the club- the valet dump a tall can of magnum trick
Bitches and suckas done so cold

With rubber bands and braids

This is the ways us gangsta's roll
And out the garage, is a Bentley Arnage
Ahh, this is the life we chose

Ahh, this is the life we chose
I makin three wishes, I take 'em they pictures
Where that connect right? Nigga three time felon
Ego maniac, little homies call me brainiac
And since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype
Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust- fo' fingas up
Speak about it no bitch, I'm a be about it
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it
Bitches and suckas done so cold
What is it like? Tossin 'em hoes
From the turf for the sirenz and Neverlands

It's gangsta the killa, the dope dealer
'Cause I'ma be connected for life
You're a fool for this -boy
Where my mothafuckin' niggas and my triggas at?
So if ya hood come up short then I'd probly did it
And rollin' on fools on Bremboes
So take a hit at that and remember that
Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh

Bitches and suckas done so cold
Where we keep pistols smokin, like Afghanistan
Flossin' 'em chain, we doing big thangs
Ice Cube is an ass-hole and it ain't, it ain't an act
It's plain to see, you can't change me
I got big deals, big scrills, big wheels, big pipes
Backin' for mo' figgas, so trick bow down 'n po the liquor bitch
With the brains blowed out, so the suns beamin'
Dope money and rappin' shit I'm all with it
I think they nutritious, I think they do dishes
And bustin' on punks at close range
Chevy mashin', dippin' and assin', kin toda zaggin'
The red beem was on your wig so I probly split it
Who want some of this, West runnin' this
I'm all up in the mix like a fuckin' collage

Six-double-0-west nigga sellin' rich roll dellin'

Sit back and watch us as it unfolds
Flossin' 'em chains, we doing big thangs
Chickenhawk see a bird, I gotta get it
Dub the hood phantom in a blue van
I can't shake these ghetto ways
Twenty inches roll, going get these hoes

'N like a dragon I snaked em on fire when I spit
And rollin' on fools on Bremboes
Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch

And bustin' on punks at close range
Britches I get I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique
A street rich nigga eatin a bag of lays

And spit 'em they britches, I fuck 'em they bitches
What is it like? Tossin' 'em hoes
And bustin' on punks at close range
If 'lil momma thick then I gotta hit it
This is the ways us gangsta's roll
Two twisted in the middle with the thumb tucked

Sit back and watch us as it unfolds
Ficky hoes, wanna I roll with my niggaros

Flossing 'em chains, we doing big thangs

She's a dummy bitch, with a money pit
Fo'-fo' maggin' and toe taggin'
Yeah, West Connect gang for life
Ahh, this is the life we chose
I got a jackers droolin' and the hoes fiendin'

And rollin' on fools on Bremboes
The Trojan gotta be a Magnum to me to fit it

What is it like? Tossin 'em hoes
This is the way us gangsta's roll
To all them bitches that think they bootylicious
'Cause I'ma be connected for life