Addicted

Yeah
This for everybody addicted to that L.A. weather
70 degrees and up, ayy,uh

Keep the fuckery to a minimum
I'm straightforward, can I get me some?
I want the cake, I don't want the crumb
Now, if it's smoke, I've got two lungs
And if the homies can't win, it ain't really fun
Top Ramen dinners, hundred-third
Chrome assigned to Thunderbird
The reason why the homies swerve
Might miss the green light
Reason why they missed their turn
We don't need sunscreen 'til you catch a sunburn

We know that the street's right
Daytime, when you're balling at night
Paper-bag test, know the police don't like
If you a shade darker
I'm fresh out of the barber
I'm lookin' like a starter
Ready for the final fall
Now all these bras what I'm smilin' for
No singing shells, man that's for sure
I'm at the sea shore, import, export
I'm the product of addiction when I press your court

I'm addicted the the things you do (What they talkin' about?)
Addicted the the things you do, yeah, I'm addicted the the things you do (I've got you feelin' now)
Addicted the the things you do, yeah, I'm addicted the the things you do (I know the need me now)
Addicted the the things you do, yeah, I'm addicted the the things you do

Yeah
I'm livin' to the maximum
Take my shot 'fore I ask for one