in ya, you so out of place Boom without a trace, you a bluff to block I got some red beams, let's play connect the dots! [Interlude: Ving Rhames] He
call up the homies, It's about to go down [Verse 3 - Ludacris & Willy Northpole] Yeah I'm in a real life movie, So this is take 3, Where Luda step foot
King of the hood, Everything wood, Look like a forest N dah truck and I'm'ma put.. Matchin soakin set, big open deck, Hardwood floors, anythang that connect
Dough.... [Nelly] My nigga, I can make a million blind-folded, with no shows using no flows, just Arm -n- Hammer And folk O's Gimmie low does and a Connect
can find me in the A! A! A! A! [Nelly {J.D.}] I got the red toe 1's, uhh {Then I bought the} 2's {and the} 3's {and the} 4's {uhh} I had to order these
wanna break up your happy home Baby I don't wanna be alone So let me jump in the zone Can't you feel the Jones Chorus: (Verse 3 (Will Smith)) Thinking
with dudes But tonight is a special exception (Great) See you're my best friend Through thick and thin Now it's time to make a triple connection Lights
u were here I didn't mean to make u disappear All I know is I'm Lonely .. [3x] I'm without u girl and now I know what it means to be Lonely [3x] I'm
t know? Sonny Coleon, Godfather get loose Bulletproof, made it through the toll booth I don't know if you niggas want the whole truth Rob report, page 3
have absolutely no option but to move forward We'll have to set up our own distribution, manufacturing Run a totally independent organization and operation We still got our connections
planet. [Verse 3] I'm next to the moon, close to the sun, so call me a star, I'm as bright as they come. High in the sky, connected to big dippers,
(gucci) I'm on my way to see my po I ain't talkin bout probation office talkin bout my po partner just sent me 3 million dollars (what the fuck that
most requested The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed with That black on black '62 float majestic Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm just so connected
scream), And shout (And shout) Lets turn us of the out Yeh, we burning down the house Don't know what we all about Yeh The energetic Soul magnetic Gravitates My poetic You connect
need sip punani Bottle to the head And I ain't sayin' much you could be one of the feds We stay connected, above the clouds We don't talk much but the
I grew up in the 1980's In a 4-bedroom house My family, my Grandma, 3 or 4 Aunties Uncles and Brothers In and out of prison daily At certain times when
Who we wit? Westcoast parties don't stop Who drop head-boppers? The head doctor, bed-rocker Police pursue me in squad cars and helicopters Checkin' lockers, Mexican connect
da ish With a look in ya eye so devilish Uh Ya like to dance at all the hip hop spots And ya cruise to the crews like connect da dots Not just urban