Artist: Mack 10
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Album: Bang or Ball
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Title: Connected For Life
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feat. Ice Cube, W.C., Butch Cassidy
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[Verse 1: Mack 10]
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I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go!
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Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco
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I'm all up the mix like a fuckin collage
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And out in the garage, is a Bentley Onage
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With the brains blowed out, so the suns beaming
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I got the jackers drooling and the hoes feinding
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Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype
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I got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipes
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[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
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Twenty-inches roll ? goinĄŻ get these hoes
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Picky hoes - wanna roll with my Negroes
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Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it
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Speak about it, no bitch, I'm a be about it
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Who want some of this, West running this
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Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch
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She's a dummy bitch - where the money pit?
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You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this
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[Verse 3: W.C.]
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What that connect like? Nigga three time felon.
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Six-double-0 West selling, rich, rebellinĄŻ.
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Throw it up; hold it up, guns bust, four fingers up,
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Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed.
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Chevy mashinĄŻ, dipping the ass n' killinĄŻ a zaggin.
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44' mag'n and toe tagging
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Dub the hood phantom and I'm in a blue phantom.
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In front of the club, I'm valet, dumpinĄŻ a tall can of magnum, trick.
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[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
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What is it like? Tossing 'em hoes
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And rolling on fools on them fo's
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Flossing 'em chains, we doing big thangs
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And busting on punks at close range
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This is the way us gangsta's roll
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Sit back and watch as it unfolds
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Bitches and suckas done so cold
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Ahhh! This is the life we chose
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[Verse 4: Mack 10]
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Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it
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And all I know is streets, so this is how I spit it
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Chicken hawk see a bird, and I gotta get it
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So if ya hood come up short, then I'd probably did it
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and if your momma thick then I gotta hit it
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The Trojans gotta be a magnum for me to fit it
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If its sherm on a stick then I probably lit it
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The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it
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[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
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To all them bitches that think they bootylicious
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I think they nutritious- I think they do dishes
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I make 'em three wishes - of takinĄŻ they pictures
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And spending they riches- I fuck 'em they bitches
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Ego-maniac, little homies call me brainiac
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Ice Cube is an ass-hole, and it ain't an act
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So take a hit of that - and remember that
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Where my motha-fuckinĄŻ niggas and my bitches at?
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[Verse 6: W.C.]
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Tr-i-ick I'm W.C, the rider of the clique.
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Like a dragon its nothin' but fire when I spit
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And I can't shake these ghetto ways
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I street rich nigga eatinĄŻ a bag of lays
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Some rubber bands some braids
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From the turf for the sirens and ambulance
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Where we keep the pistols smoking like Afghanistan
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It's the gangsta, the killa, the dope dealer
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Back for more figgas-, so trick, bow down and pour the liquor, bitch!
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[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 2X
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What is it like? Tossin 'em hos
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And rollinĄŻ on fools on them vogues
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FlossinĄŻ 'em chains, we doinĄŻ big thangs
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And busting on punks at close range
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This is the ways us gangsta's roll
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Sit back and watch as it unfolds
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Bitches and suckas done so cold
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Ahhh! This is the life we chose
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[Repeat 2X]
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It's plain to see you can't change me
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Cause I'm a be Connected For Life
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[Mack 10 {Talking}]
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Yeah! Westside Connect gang for life
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Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh you're a fool for this b-boy
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uh, uh, uh
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Connected for Life
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| Mack 10 |
