الأغاني:
Connection Four

is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blond Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain't politically correct This might offend my political connects

let me know, and the grass still grow, even if you mow. Ia??m so N.O. [New Orleans], I hope I live until Ia??m five hundred and four. [whisper]Thata??

U Ya niggaz foolin', whatcha doin Obviously, you ain't got a clue It's the blaze of glory I'm killer in the clutch, like the Lakers' Horry Wit four seconds

call me the dagger daddy Yo, she waan fi check me, she waan fi erect me A she pre-select me She move so sexy live wire and she waan fi connect me She

My nigga, I can make a million blind-folded, with no shows Using no flows, just Arm 'n' Hammer and four O's Gimme low-do's and a connect, that Neva

half in yo' shit Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit, I'm the Pookey of the backyard All colors and all types like a junkyard High young boy with high young ways 'Cuz I connect

've changed, you were stern back then Close the case, where's the lid? Rebuild the bridge that I burned down then Back to an item, all resurrected Now we're back online, we're connected

boy Chorus: B-Real [Shag] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] [B-Real] In about four

You ain't gone do shit I got the flip shit, to plant Spit it like I'm gone spit it Niggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it I'm connected and committed