[Produced by Mannie Fresh]

[Verse 1: Mack 10]

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

Check all my traps and dodge the fed co

I'm all up in 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 droolin’, 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

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]

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 runnin’ 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 like? Nigga three-time felon

Six-double-0-west sellin’ rich [?]

Throw it up, hold it up, gun 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' Mag and the toe taggin’

Dub the hood phantom, in a blue Phantom

In front of the club and valet, go for talk and a magnum, trick

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

What is it like, tossin' them hoes?

And rollin' on fools on them foes

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

Ah, this is the life we chose

[Verse 4: Mack 10]

Dope money and rappin’, 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

[Verse 5: Ice Cube]

To all the 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

Egomaniac, 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?

[Verse 6: W.C.]

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, some rubber bands, some braids

From the turf for the side, rings an ambulance

Where we keep the pistols smokin’ like Afghanistan

It's the gangsta, the killa, the dope dealer back for more figgas

So trick bow down and po' the liquor, bitch

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

What is it like, tossin' them hoes?

And rollin' on fools on them foes

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

Ah, this is the life we chose

What is it like, tossin' them hoes?

And rollin' on fools on them foes

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

Ah, this is the life we chose

[Post-Chorus: Mack 10]

It's plain to see, you can't change me

‘Cause I'ma be connected for life

It's plain to see, you can't change me

‘Cause I'ma be connected for life

[Outro: Mack 10]

Yeah, West Connect gang for life

Butch Cassidy

Mannie Fresh, you a fool for this beat, boy

Uh, uh, uh