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c-bo - addictive lyrics

[verse 1: sl!ck pulla]
you don’t ride delinquent
roll with nothing but misfits
grind all day, get my money in a stink pit
or should i say a stink pipe, or should i say a stink hole
you going down fast, like you stuck in a sink hole
i’m at your door, no need to cover up your peephole
it’s just me and the guns and a couple amigos
if g were here today, would holler hasta manana
sooner or later, we gone be at your -ss partner
i like to get it poppin’, i don’t be doing it talkin’
walk in and push your belt like, christopher walken
all out war, but it started all over flowers
now it’s hit some broad dinner
while you cowards be bullet dodged

[hook: dead mic]
high speed, in the fast lane
ride hard, got the hustle in my d-mn veins
stacks or racks stuffed in my gucci bag
no rehab, i’m addicted to the d-mn game

[verse 2: c-bo]
i told dead mic got ya homie
vet, couple choppers on me
westside n-gga, where they’re known to grow the best broccoli homie
lookin’ out for the drive-by, your man’ll go missing
so i keep my neighborhood on lock like we landed in san quinn
yeah, these n-ggas know what it is
i’m in this sh-t for the long run
stuffed ts, khakis, and wife beaters with long guns
where the color of your shoestrings, will send a n-gga on one
have n-ggas throwin’ gang signs, shootin’ trying to dome one
the respect’s amazing, street cred. through the roof
i really did main line time, they said i’m the truth
cause i ain’t never whine
and i’ll be dead before you others see me on the news
tryin’ to shed time, tryin’ to fight crime
nah, that ain’t like mine
we had a lifeline
we still got n-ggas bouncin’ back off nines and dimes
and get right back in that kitchen
mask on, and back to whippin’
a fiend for the money, man this sh-t is so addictive

[hook]

[verse 3: brotha lynch hung]
spider man, i still be creepin’ where you sleepin’
and we can get to squeezing and start k!lling for no reason
but i’m steadily on this rap sh-t
no more selling crack, sh-t
trust me i still pack sh-t
n-gga it’s still the season
of the sickness, get your d-ck split
n-gga this still crip sh-t
spit that cocaine, i’m getting you mothaf-ckers addicted
sh-t, i had it hard, like vicodin with addiction
cowboys and indians, always was a misfit
24, 29, 21st, garden blocc
yeah, we put sac on the map, other n-ggas hardly not
gurr, tryin’ to help the young n-ggas out
we could only do so much, or pull triggers out
and if we don’t sell, we going back to that other sh-t
d-mn, i just ran out, c-bo got that other clip
64 ridin’ up, somebody about to get their d-ck split
yeah i still love it n-gga (love what?), it’s so addictive

[hook]

[outro]
[c-bo] a fiend for the money, man this sh-t is so addictive
[sl!ck pull] grind all day, get my money in a stink pit
[c-bo] a fiend for the money, man this sh-t is so addictive

- c bo lyrics

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