Lyrics:

Yeah, what's up, man?
Yo, word, I got a trunk full of this, man
Word, yeah, the broad's still with me, she's still with me
Yeah, I'm comin' over the Grapevine right now
But man, I gotta get off this phone
I gotta get off this phone, alright
Damn, how'd I get into this scam?
Roll in the car with a trunk worth a hundred grand
I came up from the curb, word
First slangin' rock, now my ride's packed with crazy birds
I got a freak in the front seat
She got crazy game, she might even have more than me
And that's why I don't trust her, I ain't no buster
One wrong move and I'll dust her
But she knows that, keeps a gat
Works for the plastic, always stays on phat
She says she loves me
Looks me in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies
She only loves my cash flow, long dough
The dark love of a pimp and a ho
But me and her got a job to do
Get this luggage back to the crew
She got a scanner, I hand her, listen to the pigs talk
And if they speak about us, then it's jumpin' off
'Cause I ain't sweatin' them at all
Two cops'll roll up, and two cops'll fall
The lines on the highway
Are makin' my mind drift away to my last jail stay
Five years, 4-4-5-9
I'm never goin' back, no matter what the crime
Surrenderin' ain't me
Kill that, I'm holdin' court in the street, G
For a brother like me, there ain't no out
A life filled with drug busts and shootouts
Pure ghetto anger
Pure ghetto anger
Pure ghetto anger
Yo, I'm addicted to danger
Some nights I crash clubs
Rollin' with a posse made of well-known thugs
I cool out with the freaks
Truckin' mad jewels, beggin' for beef
Then some suckas roll up
Lookin' for a way to pump they reps up
But I ain't the one
I'm handin' out beatdowns, no need for guns
Sometimes I gotta ask myself
Is all this buckwildin' good for a brother's health?
I don't know why
Am I suicidal? Do I wanna die?
The answer ain't simple
A headache throbs in my temple
It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right
It says it's goin' down tonight
We finally made it to the drop spot
King and Western Ave., student blocks
My posse was there, but it ain't right
Police lights
It's all goin' down now, roadblocks
I never seen that many cops
It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin' wet up
Big time, some sucka dropped a dime
But even in the flurry of gunshots
My adrenaline was boilin' hot
I crashed out on the floor of the ride, punched the gas
Drove that Benz through they punk ass
Hit vert through the 90
Looked in the rearview, 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 got a trunk full of blow, I was on phat
I just need a cool place to hide
Dumped the Benzo, slammed the G-ride
Me and the freak, we hit a motel crash spot
Streets was hot
Rubbed me down, said she adored me
Said the gunfire made her horny
Then 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 the pain in my chest
The smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh
I looked in her face over my mouth
And then her badge came out
Danger
I was addicted to danger
Addicted to danger
Danger

Addicted to danger