Текст (слова) песни: Ice-T - 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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