Addicted To Danger Lyrics - Home Invasion - Ice T

"Yo what's up man? Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shit 

Word, broads still with me man, comin over to grapevine right now 

Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone" 

Damn, how'd I get into this scam 

Roll 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 that's why I don't trust, I ain't no busta 

One wrong move and I'll dust her 

But she knows that, keeps a gat 

Works much plastic, always stays on phat 

She said she loves me 

Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies 

She only loves my cash flow, long dough 

The falso love of a pimp and a hoe 

But me and her gotta job to do 

Get this luggage back to the crew 

She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk 

And if they speakin about us then its jumpin off 

But I ain't sweatin them at all 

2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall 

The lines on the highway, I'm makin my mind drift away 

To my last jail stay 

5 years for a 459 

I'm never goin back, no matter what the crime 

Surrenderin ain't me 

Fuck that, I'm holdin court in the street G 

For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce 

My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs 

Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger 

Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger 

Some nights I crash clubs 

Rollin with the posse made of well-known thugs 

Cool out with the freaks 

Truckin much jewels, beggin for beef 

Thens some niggaz roll up 

Lookin 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 myself 

Is all this buck whylin good for a niggaz health? 

I don't know why 

Am I suicidal, do I want to die? 

The answerin, simple 

A headache throbs in my temple 

It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right 

It says its goin down tonight 

We finally made it to the drop spot 

King and Weston Ave, snoody fox 

The posse was there, but it ain't right 

Fuckin police lights 

Its all goin down that road blocks 

I never seen that many cops 

It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin wet up 

Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime 

But even in the flurry of gun shots 

My adrenaline was boilin hot 

I crash down on the floor of the ride 

Punch the gas, drove that benz through they punk ass 

Hit Vernor doin 90 

Looked in the rear-view, no one behind me 

I got on the phone 

Called up the homies to see what went wrong 

But no time to sweat that 

I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat 

I just need a cool place to hide 

Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride 

Me and a freak hit a motel 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 

Licked me head to toe, toe to head 

Then I closed my eyes real slowly 

Is this love? No not me 

Then I felt a pain in my chest 

The smell of gun powder and burnt flesh 

I looked in her face, opened my mouth 

And then her badge came out