Addicted To Danger lyrics by Ice-t

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Thanks to WakMasterA@aol.com for these lyrics. "Yo what's up man? Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shit Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone" Word, broads still with me man, comin over to grapevine right now Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand Damn, how'd I get into this scam 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 that's 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 Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies She said she loves me 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 it's 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 I'm never goin back, no matter what the crime 5 years for a 459 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 Thens some niggaz roll up Truckin much jewels, beggin for beef 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 It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right A headache throbs in my temple It says it's goin down tonight We finally made it to the drop spot King and Weston Ave, snoody fox Fuckin police lights The posse was there, but it ain't right it's all goin down that road blocks I never seen that many cops Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin wet up 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 But no time to sweat that Called up the homies to see what went wrong I got on the phone 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 Licked me head to toe, toe to head The she pushed me back on the bed Said the gunfire made her horny Is this love? No not me Then I closed my eyes real slowly 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

Complimentary "Addicted To Danger" ringtone