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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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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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