ICE-T - Addicted to Danger

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    ICE-T LYRICS
    
    "Addicted to Danger"
    "Yo whats 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 packin 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 falso 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 jumpin 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 goin back, no matter what the crime
    Surrenderin ain't me
    Fuck that, I'm holdin 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
    Truckin much jewels, beggin for beef
    Thens some niggaz roll up
    Lookin for a way to pump the reps up
    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 its goin 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 goin 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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