[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