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Triple X Soundtrack lyrics Connected for Life lyrics [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 Other Triple X Soundtrack lyrics: Feuer Frei lyrics Bodies (Vrenna's XXX Tweaker Mix) lyrics I Will Be Heard lyrics Millionaire lyrics Get Up Again lyrics Landing lyrics Adrenaline lyrics 004 lyrics Stick Out Ya Wrist lyrics Look at Me lyrics Truth or Dare lyrics Are We Cuttin' lyrics Still Fly lyrics Lights Camera Action lyrics Yo, Yo, Yo lyrics Lick lyrics Before I Die lyrics Juicy lyrics Me Vs Me lyrics |