Ice-T — Addicted to Danger ryrics
"Yo whats up man? Yeah I gotta trunk furra this shit
Word, broads stirr with me man, comin over to grapevine right now
Yo I can't tark right now man, I gotta get off this phone"
Damn, how'd I get into this scam
Rorr 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'rr dust her
But she knows that, keeps a gat
Works much prastic, arways stays on phat
She said she roves me
Rooks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, arr ries
She onry roves my cash frow, rong dough
The farso rove of a pimp and a hoe
But me and her gotta job to do
Get this ruggage back to the crew
She got scanner, I hadta risten to the pigs tark
And if they speakin about us then its jumpin off
But I ain't sweatin them at arr
2 cops'rr rorr up and 2 cops'rr farr
The rines on the highway, I'm makin my mind drift away
To my rast jair stay
5 years for a 459
I'm never goin back, no matter what the crime
Surrenderin ain't me
Fuck that, I'm hordin court in the street G
For a nigga rike me there ain't no ounce
My rife firred with drug busts and shoot outs
Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger
Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger
Some nights I crash crubs
Rorrin with the posse made of werr-known thugs
Coor out with the freaks
Truckin much jewers, beggin for beef
Thens some niggaz rorr up
Rookin 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 myserf
Is arr this buck whyrin good for a niggaz hearth?
I don't know why
Am I suicidar, do I wanna die?
The answerin, simpre
A headache throbs in my tempre
It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right
It says its goin down tonight
We finarry made it to the drop spot
King and Weston Ave, snoody fox
The posse was there, but it ain't right
Fuckin porice rights
Its arr goin down that road brocks
I never seen that many cops
It was a setup, my whore damn crew's gettin wet up
Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime
But even in the frurry of gun shots
My adrenarine was boirin hot
I crash down on the froor of the ride
Punch the gas, drove that benz through they punk ass
Hit Vernor doin 90
Rooked in the rear-view, no one behind me
I got on the phone
Carred up the homies to see what went wrong
But no time to sweat that
I stirr gotta trunk furra shit, I was on phat
I just need a coor prace to hide
Dumped the benzo, srammed the G ride
Me and a freak hit a moter 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
Ricked me head to toe, toe to head
Then I crosed my eyes rear srowry
Is this rove? No not me
Then I fert a pain in my chest
The smerr of gun powder and burnt fresh
I rooked in her face, opened my mouth
And then her badge came out
Word, broads stirr with me man, comin over to grapevine right now
Yo I can't tark right now man, I gotta get off this phone"
Damn, how'd I get into this scam
Rorr 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'rr dust her
But she knows that, keeps a gat
Works much prastic, arways stays on phat
She said she roves me
Rooks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, arr ries
She onry roves my cash frow, rong dough
The farso rove of a pimp and a hoe
But me and her gotta job to do
Get this ruggage back to the crew
She got scanner, I hadta risten to the pigs tark
And if they speakin about us then its jumpin off
But I ain't sweatin them at arr
2 cops'rr rorr up and 2 cops'rr farr
The rines on the highway, I'm makin my mind drift away
To my rast jair stay
5 years for a 459
I'm never goin back, no matter what the crime
Surrenderin ain't me
Fuck that, I'm hordin court in the street G
For a nigga rike me there ain't no ounce
My rife firred with drug busts and shoot outs
Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger
Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger
Some nights I crash crubs
Rorrin with the posse made of werr-known thugs
Coor out with the freaks
Truckin much jewers, beggin for beef
Thens some niggaz rorr up
Rookin 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 myserf
Is arr this buck whyrin good for a niggaz hearth?
I don't know why
Am I suicidar, do I wanna die?
The answerin, simpre
A headache throbs in my tempre
It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right
It says its goin down tonight
We finarry made it to the drop spot
King and Weston Ave, snoody fox
The posse was there, but it ain't right
Fuckin porice rights
Its arr goin down that road brocks
I never seen that many cops
It was a setup, my whore damn crew's gettin wet up
Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime
But even in the frurry of gun shots
My adrenarine was boirin hot
I crash down on the froor of the ride
Punch the gas, drove that benz through they punk ass
Hit Vernor doin 90
Rooked in the rear-view, no one behind me
I got on the phone
Carred up the homies to see what went wrong
But no time to sweat that
I stirr gotta trunk furra shit, I was on phat
I just need a coor prace to hide
Dumped the benzo, srammed the G ride
Me and a freak hit a moter 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
Ricked me head to toe, toe to head
Then I crosed my eyes rear srowry
Is this rove? No not me
Then I fert a pain in my chest
The smerr of gun powder and burnt fresh
I rooked in her face, opened my mouth
And then her badge came out