Addicted to It

WC & Ice Cube - Rap, West Coast Rap
Addicted to It
2 Plays
Duration: 4:29
Lyrics
[Intro: Ice Cube] Yo what's up? Official T-shirt nigga Hood certified Dub Sizzle [Chorus 1: WC] Where my, where my, where my hustlers at? Where my, where my, where my hustlers at? Where my hustle is at, where my hustlers at? Babies give give give money. Throw their hands up [Verse 1: WC] Sixteen in the chamber with a stack between my fingers Geto Boys, NWA, Schooly D in the CD changer Reclining like The Mac, swoop on the ave Cruise the block like a float in a parade in a seven and a half Sitting low [?] so [?] to the Pro Fitted Hustler, hustler, nigga all I know is a goal get it Ah, ah, ah the flow is so wicked Strip for me baby, slide down this chocolate pole and grip it Going all out for the dough, ball out and roll Dub keep it G, nigga this hood shit is all I know Got the dice [?] up, my ice cleaned up Now I cater the streets like the weed man out of the ice cream truck Diamonds on my neck shining in the club like daylight Dub C be hitting it right, by the end of the night you be saying "all right" 22 is the inches, 69 is the position Lench Mob and gangsta shit, money's my addiction, nigga [Chorus 2: Ice Cube] Well you 'bout to bow down when you see a OG Coming straight out the hood it's my nigga WC Well you 'bout to give it up but we do you ugly We addicted to it, gettin' closer to it [Chorus 1: WC] Where my, where my, where my hustlers at? Where my, where my, where my hustlers at? Where my hustle is at, where my hustlers at? Babies give give give money. Throw their hands up [Chorus 3: WC and Ice Cube] I'm addicted to green that don't burn Up in the kitchen without a concern Mothafuckas will learn it's my turn I'm addicted to it, getting closer to it [Verse 2: WC] Making it bounce, making it bounce, chrome frame making it bounce I know girls like money so I'm sticking them and dicking them now Dick in their mouth putting a dick in their mouth with a .44 on me sticking out Windows getting foggy while we doing it all night doggy style Acting up run the weed up, jag in cup, G'd up Fucking it up my Chucks moving and doing my new dance while I'm holding my n-eez-uts Back down then side to side I skip skip throw my dubs up high Running around South Central bottom with a bandana on my steering column Slap boxing, dominoes, jail breakers squatting low Switching up and our fly S5 on mine, middle finger out the window with one time Riding when I beat up on the concrete I be sliding when I get up on a bitch their eyes get Wide and when they see me sagging and lagging them, Lench Mob medallion Blinding them. Hood screw up your stars and it ain't no killing ours Still the stars whoop your ass for the cash, yeah, I'm guilty as charged Quarter pounds, assholes, whatever you need best believe don't trip If the price is right I take a trip for flip and get them [?]by one zip for zip Sitting on but I'm dipping on but I'm tipping on nigga getting it on With a freak on the side of me sipping Patrón trying to whip it on, baby licking my bone And I'm starting to moan cause them lips are long and I can see me getting my pimping on And she tripping on but I'm twisting on my swap meet corduroy slippers on Cause I'm real with this, I was built for this, nigga muthafucking WC is still the shit And I ain't leaving until I get another meal in this, so every time I spit it I'm killing shit So nigga dig a ditch, get out the wilderness, I'm hood-certified and still with this When will I quit? Oh, fuck it nigga, I ain't quitting until I'm filthy rich [Chorus 2: Ice Cube] Well you 'bout to bow down when you see a OG Coming straight out the hood it's my nigga WC Well you 'bout to give it up but we do you ugly We addicted to it, gettin' closer to it [Chorus 3: WC and Ice Cube] I'm addicted to green that don't burn Up in the kitchen without a concern Muthafuckas will learn it's my turn I'm addicted to it Getting closer to it [Chorus 1: WC] Where my, where my, where my hustlers at? Where my, where my, where my hustlers at? Where my hustle is at, where my hustlers at? Babies give give give money. Throw their hands up Where my, where my, where my hustlers at? Where my, where my, where my hustlers at? Where my hustle is at, where my hustlers at? Babies give give give money. Throw their hands up
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Credits
- Writers
- WC
- Ice Cube
- Deejan Underdue
- Teak Underdue