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Ice-T

Addicted to Danger

  hip-hop  gangsta rap  rap  hip hop  west coast rap
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Текст песни Ice-T - Addicted to Danger

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"Yo whats up man? Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shitWord, broads still with me man, comin over to grapevine right nowYo I can`t talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone"Damn, how`d I get into this scamRoll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grandI came up from the curb, wordFirst thing it rocks, now my ride`s packin crazy birdsI gotta freak in the front seatShe got crazy game, might even have more than meAnd thats why I don`t trust, I ain`t no bustaOne wrong move and I`ll dust herBut she knows that, keeps a gatWorks much plastic, always stays on phatShe said she loves meLooks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all liesShe only loves my cash flow, long doughThe falso love of a pimp and a hoeBut me and her gotta job to doGet this luggage back to the crewShe got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talkAnd if they speakin about us then its jumpin offBut I ain`t sweatin them at all2 cops`ll roll up and 2 cops`ll fallThe lines on the highway, I`m makin my mind drift awayTo my last jail stay5 years for a 459I`m never goin back, no matter what the crimeSurrenderin ain`t meFuck that, I`m holdin court in the street GFor a nigga like me there ain`t no ounceMy life filled with drug busts and shoot outsPure ghetto anger, pure ghetto angerPure ghetto anger, I`m addicted to dangerSome nights I crash clubsRollin with the posse made of well-known thugsCool out with the freaksTruckin much jewels, beggin for beefThens some niggaz roll upLookin for a way to pump the reps upBut I ain`t the oneI`m handin out beat downs, no need for gunsSometimes I gotta ask myselfIs all this buck whylin good for a niggaz health?I don`t know whyAm I suicidal, do I wanna die?The answerin, simpleA headache throbs in my templeIt says it ain`t fair, it says it ain`t rightIt says its goin down tonightWe finally made it to the drop spotKing and Weston Ave, snoody foxThe posse was there, but it ain`t rightFuckin police lightsIts all goin down that road blocksI never seen that many copsIt was a setup, my whole damn crew`s gettin wet upBig time, some motherfucker dropped a dimeBut even in the flurry of gun shotsMy adrenaline was boilin hotI crash down on the floor of the ridePunch the gas, drove that benz through they punk assHit Vernor doin 90Looked in the rear-view, no one behind meI got on the phoneCalled up the homies to see what went wrongBut no time to sweat thatI still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phatI just need a cool place to hideDumped the benzo, slammed the G rideMe and a freak hit a motel crash spotThe streets was hotRubbed me down, said she adored meSaid the gunfire made her hornyThe she pushed me back on the bedLicked me head to toe, toe to headThen I closed my eyes real slowlyIs this love? No not meThen I felt a pain in my chestThe smell of gun powder and burnt fleshI looked in her face, opened my mouthAnd then her badge came out

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