Connected For Life Lyrics - Butch

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 

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