Addicted to It WC (Ft. Ice Cube)

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo what's up?
Official T-shirt nigga
Hood certified
Dub Sizzle

[Chorus 1: WC]
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 give give give money. Throw their hands up

[Verse 1: WC]
Sixteen in the chamber with a stack between my fingers
Geto Boys, NWA, Schooly D in the CD changer
Reclining like The Mac, swoop on the ave
Cruise the block like a float in a parade in a seven and a half
Sitting low [?] so [?] to the Pro Fitted
Hustler, hustler, nigga all I know is a goal get it
Ah, ah, ah the flow 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
Got the dice [?] 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
Dub C be hitting it right, by the end of the night you be saying "all right"
22 is the inches, 69 is the position
Lench Mob and gangsta shit, money's my addiction, nigga