I jump out the blocks like ready! set! go!

Check all my traps and dodge the fed co

I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage

And out the garage, is a Bentley Onage

With the brains blowed out, so the sun's beamin

I got the jackers drooling, and the hoes fiendin

And since I'm Westside Connected got the streets on hype

I got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipes

Twenty-inchers roll - go and get these hoes

Picky hoes wanna roll with my niggaroles

But be a freak about it, and I'ma see about it

Speak about it, no 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

What that connect like? Nigga like three time felon

Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich Ru-bellin'

Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust fo' fingers up

Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed

Chevy Nash and dippin the ass and king of the zaggin

Fo'-fo' mackin and coat taggin

Dub the hood phtanom I'm in a blue phantom

In front of the club and valet, do for talk and mack 'em trick

What is it like, tossin' them hoes?

And rollin' them fools on them vogues

Flossin' them chains, we doin' big thangs

And bustin' on punks at close range

This the way us gangstas roll

Sit back and watch as it unfolds

Bitches and suckers stunt so cold

This is the life we chose

Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it

And all I know is the street so that's how I spit it

Chickenhawk see a bird, then I gotta get it

So if ya hood come up short, then I probably did it

And if lil' momma thick then I gotta hit it

The trojan gotta be a magnum for me to fit it

If it was sherm on a stick then I probably lit it

The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it

To all them bitches that think they bootylicious

I think they nutritious - I think they do dishes

I'm makin three wishes, or takin' 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 of that - and remember that

Where my motherfuckin niggas and my bitches at?

Tree-i-ick! I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique

And like a dragon it's nathin' but fire when I spit

And I can't shake these ghetto ways

A street rich nigga eatin a bag of Lays

And rubber bands and braids

From the turf for the side, rings an ambulance

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

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, Mannie Fresh you a fool for this beat, boy