roll Thoughts of love And words of gold I know See my connection Ain't looking for perfection Give my heart and soul To her heart and soul collection See my connection
com for these lyrics. (Intro: WC) Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang (
' grip As Trae could've smiled out in Texas Livin' reckless If the cops gon' get you but n****z'll leave you breathless S*** I'm a winner More like a sinner
. [Verse 1] So you go straight to the mall and call your girlfriend up tell her you bought a fuck?em girl dress nuttin? less-more-than-a thinner-sinner
my chest Why would it stress, it seem a nigga zone at his best Is it a test? At times I feel my soul is possessed Flavors of guess, throw key at major connects
The simple minded and the uninformed can be easily led astray And those that cannot connect the dots hey look the other way People believe what they want
be found tonight Cuz I got plenty of folks in plenty of places you know I ain't droppin' names And fuck the police I really don't want you havin' my connection
the dirty-do I leave a nigga flesh hangin' from his chest 'cause the best That he dressed couldn't fuck with the Smith & Wess B.G., Black Connection
would it stress it seem a nigga zone at his best Is it a test at times I feel my soul is possesed Flavors of Guess throw key at major connects Crazy
as you're lookin' good You can win the admiration Of the current population You can be star Long as you're lookin' good You have made the main connection
down I'm halfway to heaven and my home in Forest Hills It's half past the eleven and I've got some time to kill I missed my bus connection my train got
Some of y'all might find that funny but do not know your wealth You make the world turn You make the fire burn You make the wind breeze The sinner fall
Run from the poison and run from the flames Run from the maddening crowd Laugh at the whispers of who'll take the blame And sing all the sinners out loud
I'm always looking for a winna Your rolling with a world wide sinner Jump out the car and let the perm hit her The city is a drug My Rolls Royce is
Walkin' the bloody trail, followin' the footsteps of this hell We call America Young niggaz stay strapped 'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but haters And snakes, and sinners
over spilled milk And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian Connecting
s a verb Feelin like the troubles have become so absurd Forever, pay for the sins that we know that we've committed Been admittedly, born in the sins, is we sinners
who? [Fred Casely] Face it, Roxie. You're two big towers with skinny legs. And l'm just a furniture salesman. [Roxie Hart] But you got connections.
