[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jumped out the box 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 gararge, is a Bentley Arnage
With the brains blowed out, so the suns beeming
I got a jackers drooling and the hoes fiending
Since I`m Westside Connected I got a streets on hype
I got big deals, big scrills, big wheels, big pipes
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
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 running 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
[Verse 3: W.C.]
Where that connect right? Nigga three time felon
Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich roll delling
Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust- fo` fingas up
Two twised in the middle with the thumb tucked
Chevy mashin, dipping and assing, kin toda zaggin
Fo`-fo` magging and toe taggin
Dub the hood phantom in a blue van
Im front of the club- the valet dump a tall can of magnum trick
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
What is it like? Tossing `em hoes
And rolling on fools on Bremboes
Flossing `em chain, 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
Snitchers and Scukas done so cold
Ahhh! this is the life we chose
[Verse 4: Mack 10]
Dope money and rapping 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 s
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