文本歌词

Connected Fo' Life - Mack 10
Composed by：John Stary
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 f**kin 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
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 b***h I'm a 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 where the money pit
You broke a*s n***as can't even stomach this
What that connect like n***a 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 a*s 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
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
B***hes and suckas done so cold
Ahhh this is the life we chose
D**e money and rapping
S**t 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 it's sherm on a stick then I probably lit it
The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it
To all them b***hes 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 f**k 'em they b***hes
Ego maniac maniac little homies call me brainiac
Ice cube is an a*s hole and it ain't an act
So take a hit of that and remember that
Where my motha f**kin' n***as
And my b***hes at
Tr I ick I'm wc the rider of the clique
Like a dragon it's nothin' but fire when I spit
And I can't shake these ghetto ways
I street rich n***a 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 d**e dealer
Back for more figgas so
Trick bow down and pour the liquor b***h
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
B***hes and suckas done so cold
Ahhh this is the life we chose
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
B***hes and suckas done so cold
Ahhh this is the life we chose
It's plain to see you can't change me
'Cause I'm a be connected for life
It's plain to see you can't change me
'Cause I'm a be connected for life
Yeah westside connect gang for life
Butch cassidy
Manny fresh you're a fool for this b boy
Uh uh uh