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Ice-T
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Addicted To Danger
作詞:Alphonso Henderson, Tracy Marrow
Yo what's up man? Yeah, I gotta trunk fulla this shit Word, broads still with me man, comin' over to grapevine right now Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone
Damn, how'd I get into this scam Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand I came up from the curb, word First thing it rocks, now my ride's packing crazy birds
I gotta freak in the front seat She got crazy game, might even have more than me And thats why I don't trust, I ain't no busta One wrong move and I'll dust her
But she knows that, keeps a gat Works much plastic, always stays on phat She said she loves me Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies
She only loves my cash flow, long dough The false love of a pimp and a hoe But me and her gotta job to do Get this luggage back to the crew
She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk And if they speakin about us then its jumping off But I ain't sweatin' them at all 2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall
The lines on the highway, I'm makin' my mind drift away To my last jail stay 5 years for a 459 I'm never going back, no matter what the crime
Surrendering ain't me Fuck that, I'm holding court in the street G For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs
Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger Some nights I crash clubs Rollin' with the posse made of well known thugs
Cool out with the freaks Trucking much jewels, begging for beef Thens some niggaz roll up Lookin' for a way to pump the reps up
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 But I ain't the one I'm handin' out beat downs, no need for guns Sometimes I gotta ask myself Is all this buck whylin' good for a niggaz health?
I don't know why Am I suicidal, do I wanna die? The answerin', simple A headache throbs in my temple
It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right It says it's going down tonight We finally made it to the drop spot King and Weston Ave, Snoody Fox
The posse was there, but it ain't right Fuckin' police lights Its all going down that road blocks I never seen that many cops
It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin' wet up Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime But even in the flurry of gun shots My adrenaline was boilin' hot
I crash down on the floor of the ride Punch the gas, drove that Benz through they punk ass Hit Vernor doin' 90 Looked in the rear view, no one behind me
I got on the phone Called up the homies to see what went wrong But no time to sweat that I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat
I just need a cool place to hide Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride Me and a freak hit a motel crash spot The streets was hot
Rubbed me down, said she adored me Said the gunfire made her horny The she pushed me back on the bed Licked me head to toe, toe to head
Then I closed my eyes real slowly is this love? No not me, then I felt a pain in my chest The smell of gun powder and burnt flesh I looked in her face, opened my mouth And then her badge came out
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