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WC
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Addicted to It (feat. Ice Cube)
Official T-shirt nigga
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
Sixteen in the chamber
With a stack between my fingers
Geto Boys, NWA, Schooly D in the CD changer
Reclining like The Mac
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
Slide down this chocolate pole and grip it
Going all out for the dough
Nigga this hood shit is all I know
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
I'm addicted to green that don't burn
Up in the kitchen without a concern
Mothafuckas will learn it's my turn
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
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
Fucking it up my Chucks moving and doing
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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
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
With a freak on the side of me
And I'm starting to moan
Cause them lips are long
And I can see me getting my pimping on
My swap meet corduroy slippers on
Cause I'm real with 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
Get out the wilderness
I'm hood-certified and and still with this
I ain't quitting until I'm filthy rich
I'm addicted to green that don't burn
Up in the kitchen without a concern
Muthafuckas will learn it's my turn
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