Ice Cube - Connected for Life lyrics

[Produced by Mannie Fresh] [Verse 1: Mack 10] I jump out the blocks like ready! set! go! Check all my traps and dodge the fed co I'm all about the mix like a f**in collage And out the garage, is a Bentley Onage With the brains blowed out, so the sun's beamin I got the jackers drooling, and the hoes fiendin And since I'm Westside Connected got the streets on hype I got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipes.. [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Twenty-inchers roll - go and get these hoes Picky hoes wanna roll with my n***aroles But be a freak about it, and I'mma see about it Speak about it, no b**h I'mma be about it Who want some of this, West running this Mack 10 with the playboy bunny b**h She's a dummy b**h - with a money pit? You broke a** n***as can't even stomach this [Verse 3: W.C.] What that connect like? n***a like three time felon Six-double-0-west n***a selling rich Ru-bellin' Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust fo' fingers up Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed Chevy Nash and dippin the a** and king of the zaggin Fo'-fo' mackin and coat taggin Dub the hood phtanom I'm in a blue phantom In front of the club and valet, do for talk and mack 'em trick [Hook: Butch Ca**idy] What is it like, tossin' them hoes? And rollin' them fools on them vogues Flossin' them chains, we doin' big thangs And bustin' on punks at close range This the way us gangstas roll Sit back and watch as it unfolds b**hes and s**ers stunt so cold This is the life we chose.. [Verse 4: Mack 10] Dope money and rapping sh** I'm all with it And all I know is the street so that's how I spit it Chickenhawk see a bird, then I gotta get it So if ya hood come up short, then I probably did it And if lil' momma thick then I gotta hit it The trojan gotta be a magnum for me to fit it If it was 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 b**hes that think they bootylicious I think they nutritious - I think they do dishes I'm makin three wishes, or takin' they pictures And spendin' they riches and f**in' they b**hes Ego maniac - little homies call me brainiac Ice Cube's an a**hole and it ain't an act So take a hit of that - and remember that Where my motherf**in n***as and my b**hes at? [Verse 6: W.C.] Tree-i-ick! I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique And like a dragon it's nathin' but fire when I spit And I can't shake these ghetto ways A street rich n***a eatin a bag of Lays And rubber bands and braids From the turf for the side, rings an ambulance Where we keep the pistols smoking just like Afghanistan It's gangsta the k**a - the dope dealer Back for mo' figgas - so trick bow down and po' the liquor b**h [Hook 2X] [Mack 10: 2X] It's plain to see, you can't change me Cause I'mma be "Connected for Life" [Outro: Mack 10] Yeah!, West Connect gang for life Butch Ca**idy, Mannie Fresh you a fool for this beat, boy Uh, uh, uh