Текст песни Mack 10 - Connected_For_Life

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[Verse 1: Mack 10] I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go! Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco I`m all up the mix like a fuckin collage And out in the garage, is a Bentley Onage With the brains blowed out, so the suns beaming I got the jackers drooling and the hoes feinding Since I`m Westside Connected I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipes [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Twenty-inches roll – goin` get these hoes Picky hoes - wanna roll with my Negroes 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 running this Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch She`s a dummy bitch - where the money pit? You broke ass niggas can`t even stomach this [Verse 3: W.C.] What that connect like? Nigga three time felon. Six-double-0 West selling, rich, rebellin`. Throw it up; hold it up, guns bust, four fingers up, Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed. Chevy mashin`, dipping the ass n` killin` a zaggin. 44` mag`n and toe tagging Dub the hood phantom and I`m in a blue phantom. In front of the club, I`m valet, dumpin` a tall can of magnum, trick. [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] What is it like? Tossing `em hoes And rolling on fools on them fo`s Flossing `em chains, we doing big thangs And busting 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 Ahhh! This is the life we chose [Verse 4: Mack 10] Dope money and rapping shit I`m all with it And all I know is streets, so this is how I spit it Chicken hawk see a bird, and I gotta get it So if ya hood come up short, then I`d probably did it and if your momma thick then I gotta hit it The Trojans gotta be a magnum for me to fit it If its 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 bitches that think they bootylicious I think they nutritious- I think they do dishes I make `em three wishes - of takin` they pictures And spending they riches- I fuck `em they bitches Ego-maniac, little homies call me brainiac Ice Cube is an ass-hole, and it ain`t an act So take a hit of that - and remember that Where my motha-fuckin` niggas and my bitches at? [Verse 6: W.C.] Tr-i-ick I`m W.C, the rider of the clique. Like a dragon its nothin` but fire when I spit And I can`t shake these ghetto ways I street rich nigga eatin` a bag of lays Some rubber bands some braids From the turf for the sirens and ambulance Where we keep the pistols smoking like Afghanistan It`s the gangsta, the killa, the dope dealer Back for more figgas-, so trick, bow down and pour the liquor, bitch! [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 2X What is it like? Tossin `em hos And rollin` on fools on them vogues Flossin` `em chains, we doin` 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 and suckas done so cold Ahhh! This is the life we chose [Repeat 2X] It`s plain to see you can`t change me Cause I`m a be Connected For Life [Mack 10 {Talking}] Yeah! Westside Connect gang for life Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh you`re a fool for this b-boy uh, uh, uh

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