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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