[Verse 1: Mack 10]

I jumped out the box like ready! set! go!

Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco

I'm all up in the mix like a fuckin collage

And out the gararge, is a Bentley Arnage

With the brains blowed out, so the suns beeming

I got a jackers drooling and the hoes fiending

Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype

I got big deals, big scrills, big wheels, big pipes



[Verse 2: Ice Cube]

Twenty-inches roll - going get these hoes

ficky hoes - wanna I roll with my niggaros

Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it

Speak about it no bitch, I'm a 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.]

Where that connect right? Nigga three time felon

Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich roll delling

Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust- fo' fingas up

Two twised in the middle with the thumb tucked

Chevy mashin, dipping and assing, kin toda zaggin

Fo'-fo' magging and toe taggin

Dub the hood phantom in a blue van

Im front of the club- the valet dump a tall can of magnum trick



[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

What is it like? Tossing 'em hoes

And rolling on fools on Bremboes

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 as it unfolds

Snitchers and Scukas 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 the streets so thats how I spit it

Chickenhawk see a bird, I gotta get it

So if ya hood come up s