Addicted to Danger accords par 
Ice‐t 
N/A
Key: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Yo what's up man,
yeah I got a trunk full of this
shit. Word.
Broad's still with me man,
I'm coming up with a
Dm
Cm
great bond right now.
Dm
Yo I can't talk right now man,
Cm
I gotta get off this phone.
F
Damn, how'd I get into this scam?
Fm
Rollin' a car with a trunk
Ab
worth 500 grand.
Cm
F
Cm
I came up from the cur b, word.
G
Fm
First slayin' rock s,
G
Cm
now my ride's packed with crazy birds.
I got a freak in the front seat.
She got crazy game,
Fm
G
might even have more than me.
Cm
F
And that's why I don't trust her.
Fm
Cm
I ain't no buster .
Fm
Cm
One wrong move and I'll dust her.
But she knows that.
Keeps a gap.
Works much plastic.
Always stays on fat.
She says she loves me.
Looks deep in my eyes.
Sometimes cries all lies.
B
Cm
She only loves my cash flow long dough.
The false love of a pimp and a hoe.
But me and her got a job to do.
Get this luggage back to the crew.
D
Cm
She got a scan ner.
I had to listen to the pigs talk
And if they speakin' bout us,
then it's jumpin' off
B
Cm
But 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
Dm
To my last jail stay
Cm
Five years, four, four, five, nine
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 outs
D
A life filled with drug busts and shootouts
Cm
Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger,
pure ghetto anger
G
Cm
I'm ad dicted to danger,
Am
some nights I crash clubs
Cm
G
Rollin' with the posse made
of well -known thugs
Cm
Cool out with the freaks,
truck and much jewels
Beggin' for beef,
then some niggas roll up
Lookin' for a way to pump the 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
G
for a nigga's health?
Cm
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 ass, Snoopy Fox
D
Cm
F#
The posse was there
Cm
but it ain't right
Ab
Cm
Fuck in' police lights
B
Cm
It's all goin' down now, roadblocks
G
I never seen that many cops,
Cm
it was a setup
My whole damn crew's
gettin' wet up big time
G
Some motherfuckers dropped a dime
Cm
F
But even in the flurry of gunshots,
Cm
B
Cm
my adren aline was boilin' hot
I crouched down on the floor to ride,
plunged the gas
Stroked that Benz through they punk ass
Am
Hit burnin' blue and 90,
Cm
Fm
looked in the rear view,
Am
no one behind me
Cm
Am
Cm
I got on the phone,
D
called up the homies
G
Am
to see what went wrong
Cm
But no time to sweat that,
I still got a trunk full of shit, I was on a fad
I just need a cool place to hide,
dump the Benzo, slam the G -Ride
Me and the freak hit a motel crash spot,
Dm
streets was hot
Cm
C
Rubbed me down, said she adored me,
Cm
G
said the gunfire made her horny
Dm
Cm
Cm
Then she pushed me back on the bed,
licked me head to toe, toe to head
Cm
Then I closed my eyes real slowly,
G
is this love? No, not me
Cm
Then I felt the pain in my chest,
Cm
Am
the smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh.
Cm
I looked in her face,
Cm
opened my mouth,
and then a badge came out.
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