I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go!Check all my traps and dodge to FedcoI'm all up the mix like a fuckin collage
![Mac Mac](/uploads/1/3/3/9/133909587/940636439.jpg)
Mack 10 Albums
And out in the garage, is a Bentley OnageWith the brains blowed out, so the suns beamingI got the jackers drooling and the hoes feindingSince I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hypeI got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipesTwenty-inches roll – goin' get these hoesPicky hoes - wanna roll with my NegroesBe a freak about it and I'm a see about itSpeak about it, no bitch, I'm a be about itWho want some of this, West running thisMack 10 with the playboy bunny bitchShe's a dummy bitch - where the money pit?You broke ass niggas can't even stomach thisWhat that connect like? Nigga three time felon.Six-double-0 West selling, rich, rebellin'.Throw it up; hold it up, guns bust, four fingers upTwo twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed.Chevy mashin', dipping the ass n' killin' a zaggin.44' mag'n and toe taggingDub the hood phantom and I'm in a blue phantom.In front of the club, I'm valet, dumpin' a tall can of magnum, trick.What is it like? Tossing 'em hoesAnd rolling on fools on them fo'sFlossing 'em chains, we doing big thangsAnd busting on punks at close rangeThis is the way us gangsta's rollSit back and watch as it unfoldsBitches and suckas done so coldAhhh! https://michaelyellow726.weebly.com/samsung-smart-switch-for-mac.html. This is the life we choseDope money and rapping shit I'm all with itAnd all I know is streets, so this is how I spit itChicken hawk see a bird, and I gotta get itSo if ya hood come up short, then I'd probably did itand if your momma thick then I gotta hit itThe Trojans gotta be a magnum for me to fit itIf its sherm on a stick then I probably lit itThe red beam is on your wig so I probably split itTo all them bitches that think they bootyliciousI think they nutritious- I think they do dishesI make 'em three wishes - of takin' they picturesAnd spending they riches- I fuck 'em they bitchesEgo-maniac, little homies call me brainiacIce Cube is an ass-hole, and it ain't an actSo take a hit of that - and remember thatWhere my motha-fuckin' niggas and my bitches at?Tr-i-ick I'm W.C, the rider of the clique.Like a dragon its nothin' but fire when I spitAnd I can't shake these ghetto waysI street rich nigga eatin' a bag of laysSome rubber bands some braidsFrom the turf for the sirens and ambulanceWhere we keep the pistols smoking like AfghanistanIt's the gangsta, the killa, the dope dealerBack for more figgas-, so trick, bow down and pour the liquor, bitch!What is it like? Tossin 'em hosAnd rollin' on fools on them voguesFlossin' 'em chains, we doin' big thangsAnd busting on punks at close rangeThis is the ways us gangsta's rollSit back and watch as it unfoldsBitches and suckas done so coldAhhh! This is the life we choseWhat is it like? Tossin 'em hosAnd rollin' on fools on them voguesFlossin' 'em chains, we doin' big thangsAnd busting on punks at close rangeThis is the ways us gangsta's rollSit back and watch as it unfoldsBitches and suckas done so coldAhhh! This is the life we choseIt's plain to see you can't change meCause I'm a be Connected For LifeIt's plain to see you can't change meCause I'm a be Connected For LifeYeah! Westside Connect gang for lifeButch Cassidy, Manny Fresh you're a fool for this b-boyuh, uh, uh
Youtube Mack 10 Connected For Life
![Mack Mack](/uploads/1/3/3/9/133909587/135576151.jpg)
Mack 10 Connected For Life
Create & stream a free custom radio station based on the song Connected For Life by Mack 10 on iHeartRadio! Create & stream a free custom radio station based on the song Connected For Life by Mack 10 on iHeartRadio! https://yellowvehicle250.weebly.com/gta-lite-apk-download-for-android.html. For You; Your Library. West running this Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch She's a dummy bitch. https://michaelyellow726.weebly.com/notability-for-mac-free.html. Artist: Mack 10 Album: Bang or Ball Title: Connected For Life Feat. C. Port mac app to linux. , Butch Cassidy Verse 1: Mack 10 I jumped out the blocks like ready! Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco I'm all up the mix like a fuckin collage And out in the garage, is a Bentley Onage With the. Connected for Life Lyrics by Mack 10 at Lyrics On Demand. Wifi mac address iphone app. Kindle for mac os x 10.10.3. Butch Cassidy, Ice Cube, W.C.) Verse 1: Mack 10 I jump out the blocks like ready!
Mack 10 Bang Or Ball
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Ice Cube, W.C.)
[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 about the mix like a f*ckin 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
[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 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 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
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
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
[Verse 4: Mack 10]
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
[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
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 f*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin 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
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
[Chorus x2]
[Mack 10 x2]
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
[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 about the mix like a f*ckin 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
[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 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 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
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
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
[Verse 4: Mack 10]
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
[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
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 f*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin 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
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
[Chorus x2]
[Mack 10 x2]
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