Connected For Life Ost Triple X Xxx lyrics

feat. Ice Cube & WC

[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fair cold
I`m all about the mix like a fuckin collage
And out the gararge, is the Bentley Onage
With the brains blowed out, so is the suns beeming
I got a jacket drooming and the hoes feeming
Since I`m Westside Connected I got a streets on hype
I got big deals, big squeels, big wheels, big pipes

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Twenty-inches row - going get these hoes
Pinky hoes - when I roll with my negros
Be a freak about it and I`m a see about it
Speak about it, not bitch I`ma 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.]
What that connect nigga like three times selling
Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich roll delling
Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust fo` fingas up
Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed
Chevy Nash and dippin at ass and king of the zaggin
Fo`-fo` macking and coat tacking
Dub the hood and I`m in blue friend at `em
Front up the club, I`m duolete, do for talk and mack `em trick

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
What is it like? Tossing `em hoes
And rolling on fools on them fo`s
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 it as it unfolds
Bitches on suck us 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 streets is how I spit it
Chickenhawk see a bird, I gotta get it
So if ya hood come up sho`, then I`d probably get it
If lil momma dick then I gotta hit it
The trojan gotta be a magnum for me to fit it
If you sherm on `em stick then I`d probably lit it
The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it

[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
To all them bitches that think they bootylicious
I think they new tricious - I think they do dishes
I make `em three wishes - I take `em they pictures
And spendin` they riches and fuckin` they bitches
Ego maniac - little homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube`s an asshole and it ain`t an act
So take a hit at that - and remember that
Where my motherfuckin niggas and my bitches at?

[Verse 6: W.C.]
Britches I get I`m Dub-C, the rider with the clique
Like a dragon it`s nothin` but fire when I spit
And I can`t shake these ghetto ways
A street rich nigga eatin a bag of Lays
And the rubber bands and brains
From the turf for the sirens and Neverlands
Where we keep the pistols smoking just like Afghanistan
It`s gangsta the killa - the dope dealer
Back for mo` figgas - so trick bow down and po` the liquor bitch

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 2X
What is it like? Tossong `em hoes
And Rolling on fools on them folks
Flossing `em chain, we doing big thangs
And busting on punks at close range
This is the ways us gangsta`s roll
Sit back and watch as it unfolds
Bitches on suck us done so cold
Ahhh! this is the life we chose

[Repeat 2X]
It`s plain to see, you can`t change me
Cause I`ma be Connected For Life

[Mack 10 {Talking}]
Yeah!, West Connect gang for life
Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh you`re a fool for this b-boy
Uh, uh, uh