Ice Cube, WC - Addicted to It lyrics

Yo what's up?
Official T-shirt nigga
Hood certified
Dub Sizzle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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