Artist: W.C. f/ Ice Cube Album: Guilty by Affiliation Song: Addicted to It Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com [Ice Cube] Yo, what's up? Official Tizzle nigga Hood certified, Dub Sizzle [W.C.] 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 getting.. getting.. money, throw their hands up Getting.. getting.. money [Verse One: W.C.] Sixteen in the chamber (Yeah!) With a stack between my fingers (What's Up?) Geto Boys, N.W.A, Schooly D in the CD changer Reclining like The Mac (The Mac) swoop on the ave Cruise the block like a float in a parade in a seven and a half Sitting low baby so rugged than the Pro Fitted Hustler, hustler, nigga all I know is a goal get it Ah, ah, ah, the four 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 (That's all I know) Got the dice snicking 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 (Daylight) Dub C be hitting the ride By the end of the night, you be saying all right 22 is the inches (Bitch!) 69 is the position (Yeah!) Lench Mob and gangster shit (Gangster shit) Getting money's my addiction nigga [Ice Cube] Boy, you better bow down when you see an O.G. Coming straight out the hood, it's my nigga W.C. Boy, you better give it up before we do you ugly We addicted to it, getting closer to it [W.C.] 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 getting.. getting.. money, throw their hands up Getting.. getting.. money [Ice Cube] I'm addicted to green that don't burn Up in the kitchen without a concern Motherfuckers will learn it's my turn I'm addicted to it, getting closer to it [Verse Two: W.C.] Making it bounce, making it bounce Chrome frame making it bounce, I know girls like money So I'm sticking them and dicking them out 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 while I skip skip throw my dubs up high Running around South Central bottom With a bandanna on my steering column Slap boxing, dominoes, Jail figures squatting low Switching up in 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 agging 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 off all, one 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 Patron, 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 motherfucking W.C. 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 [Ice Cube] Boy, you better bow down when you see an O.G. Coming straight out the hood, it's my nigga W.C. Boy, you better give it up before we do you ugly We addicted to it, getting closer to it I'm addicted to green that don't burn Up in the kitchen without a concern Motherfuckers will learn it's my turn I'm addicted to it, getting closer to it [Outro: W.C. X2] 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 getting.. getting.. money, throw their hands up Getting.. getting.. money