Tom: B minor•
Intro 1
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I jumped out the blocks like
Verse 1
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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
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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
- 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
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
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What that connect nigga
Verse 3
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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
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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,
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I'm duolete, do for talk and mack 'em trick
Verse 4
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
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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
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Dope money and rapping shit
Verse 5
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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
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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
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To all them bitches that think
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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
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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?
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Britches I get I'm Dub- C, the
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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
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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
Verse 8
Tossong 'em hoes
And Rolling on fools on
them folks
Flossing 'em chain,
we doing big thangs
And busting on punks at close range
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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
Verse 9
Tossong 'em hoes
And Rolling on fools on
them folks
Flossing 'em chain,
we doing big thangs
And busting on punks at close range
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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
Verse 10
you can't change me
Cause I'ma be Connected For Life
Verse 11
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It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause I'ma be Connected For Life
Verse 12
Connect gang for life
Butch Cassidy,
Manny Fresh you're a fool for this b- boy
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