[{"id":9113857,"name":"Addicted To It","trackName":"Addicted To It","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty By Affiliation","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo what's up?\nOfficial T-shirt nigga\nHood certified\nDub Sizzle\n\nWhere my, where my, where my hustlers at?\nWhere my, where my, where my hustlers at?\nWhere my hustle is at, where my hustlers at?\nBabies give give give money. Throw their hands up\n\nSixteen in the chamber\nWith a stack between my fingers\nGeto Boys, NWA, Schooly D in the CD changer\nReclining like The Mac\nSwoop on the ave\nCruise the block like a float in a parade\nIn a seven and a half\n\nSitting low __ so __ to the Pro Fitted\nHustler, hustler, nigga all I know is a goal get it\nAh, ah, ah the flow is so wicked\nStrip for me baby\nSlide down this chocolate pole and grip it\n\nGoing all out for the dough\nBall out and roll\nDub keep it G\nNigga this hood shit is all I know\nGot the dice __ up\nMy ice cleaned up\nNow I cater the streets\nLike the weed man out of the ice cream truck\n\nDiamonds on my neck shining in the club like daylight\nDub C be hitting it right\nBy the end of the night\nYou be saying all right\n22 is the inches, 69 is the position\nLench Mob and gangsta shit\nMoney's my addiction, nigga\n\nI'm addicted to green that don't burn\nUp in the kitchen without a concern\nMothafuckas will learn it's my turn\nI'm addicted to it\nGetting closer to it\n\nMaking it bounce, making it bounce\nChrome frame making it bounce\nI know girls like money\nSo I'm sticking them and dicking them now\nDick in their mouth\nPutting a dick in their mouth\nWith a .44 on me sticking out\nWindows getting foggy while\nWe doing it all night doggy style\n\nActing up run the weed up\nJag in cup, G'd up\nFucking it up my Chucks moving and doing\nMy new dance while I'm holding my n-eez-uts\n\nBack down then side to side\nI skip skip throw my dubs up high\nRunning around South Central bottom\nWith a bandana on my steering column\n\nSlap boxing, dominoes\nJail breakers squatting low\nSwitching up and our fly S5\nOn mine, middle finger out the window\nWith one time riding\nWhen I beat up on the concrete I be sliding\nWhen I get up on a bitch their eyes get wide and\nWhen they see me sagging and lagging them\nLench Mob medallion blinding them\n\nHood screw up your stars\nAnd it ain't no killing ours\nStill the stars whoop your ass for the cash\nYeah, I'm guilty as charged\n\nQuarter pounds, assholes, whatever you need\nBest believe don't trip\nIf the price is right I take a trip for flip\nAnd get them ___ ___ by one zip for zip\n\nSitting on\nBut I'm dipping on\nBut I'm tipping on\nNigga getting it on\nWith a freak on the side of me\nSipping Patrón\nTrying to whip it on\nBaby licking my bone\nAnd I'm starting to moan\nCause them lips are long\nAnd I can see me getting my pimping on\nAnd she tripping on\nBut I'm twisting on\nMy swap meet corduroy slippers on\n\nCause I'm real with this\nI was built for this\nNigga muthafucking WC is still the shit\nAnd I ain't leaving until I get another meal in this\nSo every time I spit it I'm killing shit\nSo nigga dig a ditch\nGet out the wilderness\nI'm hood-certified and and still with this\nWhen will I quit?\nOh, fuck it nigga\nI ain't quitting until I'm filthy rich\n\nI'm addicted to green that don't burn\nUp in the kitchen without a concern\nMuthafuckas will learn it's my turn\nI'm addicted to it\nGetting closer to it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Addicted To It\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty By Affiliation\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo what's up?\n  Official T-shirt nigga\n  Hood certified\n  Dub Sizzle\n\n  Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?\n  Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?\n  Where my hustle is at, where my hustlers at?\n  Babies give give give money. Throw their hands up\n\n  Sixteen in the chamber\n  With a stack between my fingers\n  Geto Boys, NWA, Schooly D in the CD changer\n  Reclining like The Mac\n  Swoop on the ave\n  Cruise the block like a float in a parade\n  In a seven and a half\n\n  Sitting low __ so __ to the Pro Fitted\n  Hustler, hustler, nigga all I know is a goal get it\n  Ah, ah, ah the flow is so wicked\n  Strip for me baby\n  Slide down this chocolate pole and grip it\n\n  Going all out for the dough\n  Ball out and roll\n  Dub keep it G\n  Nigga this hood shit is all I know\n  Got the dice __ up\n  My ice cleaned up\n  Now I cater the streets\n  Like the weed man out of the ice cream truck\n\n  Diamonds on my neck shining in the club like daylight\n  Dub C be hitting it right\n  By the end of the night\n  You be saying all right\n  22 is the inches, 69 is the position\n  Lench Mob and gangsta shit\n  Money's my addiction, nigga\n\n  I'm addicted to green that don't burn\n  Up in the kitchen without a concern\n  Mothafuckas will learn it's my turn\n  I'm addicted to it\n  Getting closer to it\n\n  Making it bounce, making it bounce\n  Chrome frame making it bounce\n  I know girls like money\n  So I'm sticking them and dicking them now\n  Dick in their mouth\n  Putting a dick in their mouth\n  With a .44 on me sticking out\n  Windows getting foggy while\n  We doing it all night doggy style\n\n  Acting up run the weed up\n  Jag in cup, G'd up\n  Fucking it up my Chucks moving and doing\n  My new dance while I'm holding my n-eez-uts\n\n  Back down then side to side\n  I skip skip throw my dubs up high\n  Running around South Central bottom\n  With a bandana on my steering column\n\n  Slap boxing, dominoes\n  Jail breakers squatting low\n  Switching up and our fly S5\n  On mine, middle finger out the window\n  With one time riding\n  When I beat up on the concrete I be sliding\n  When I get up on a bitch their eyes get wide and\n  When they see me sagging and lagging them\n  Lench Mob medallion blinding them\n\n  Hood screw up your stars\n  And it ain't no killing ours\n  Still the stars whoop your ass for the cash\n  Yeah, I'm guilty as charged\n\n  Quarter pounds, assholes, whatever you need\n  Best believe don't trip\n  If the price is right I take a trip for flip\n  And get them ___ ___ by one zip for zip\n\n  Sitting on\n  But I'm dipping on\n  But I'm tipping on\n  Nigga getting it on\n  With a freak on the side of me\n  Sipping Patrón\n  Trying to whip it on\n  Baby licking my bone\n  And I'm starting to moan\n  Cause them lips are long\n  And I can see me getting my pimping on\n  And she tripping on\n  But I'm twisting on\n  My swap meet corduroy slippers on\n\n  Cause I'm real with this\n  I was built for this\n  Nigga muthafucking WC is still the shit\n  And I ain't leaving until I get another meal in this\n  So every time I spit it I'm killing shit\n  So nigga dig a ditch\n  Get out the wilderness\n  I'm hood-certified and and still with this\n  When will I quit?\n  Oh, fuck it nigga\n  I ain't quitting until I'm filthy rich\n\n  I'm addicted to green that don't burn\n  Up in the kitchen without a concern\n  Muthafuckas will learn it's my turn\n  I'm addicted to it\n  Getting closer to it\n"},{"id":35864017,"name":"Addicted To It","trackName":"Addicted To It","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty By Afilliation","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo what's up?\nOfficial T-shirt nigga\nHood certified\nDub Sizzle\n\nWhere my, where my, where my hustlers at?\nWhere my, where my, where my hustlers at?\nWhere my hustle is at, where my hustlers at?\nBabies give give give money. Throw their hands up\n\nSixteen in the chamber\nWith a stack between my fingers\nGeto Boys, NWA, Schooly D in the CD changer\nReclining like The Mac\nSwoop on the ave\nCruise the block like a float in a parade\nIn a seven and a half\n\nSitting low __ so __ to the Pro Fitted\nHustler, hustler, nigga all I know is a goal get it\nAh, ah, ah the flow is so wicked\nStrip for me baby\nSlide down this chocolate pole and grip it\n\nGoing all out for the dough\nBall out and roll\nDub keep it G\nNigga this hood shit is all I know\nGot the dice __ up\nMy ice cleaned up\nNow I cater the streets\nLike the weed man out of the ice cream truck\n\nDiamonds on my neck shining in the club like daylight\nDub C be hitting it right\nBy the end of the night\nYou be saying all right\n22 is the inches, 69 is the position\nLench Mob and gangsta shit\nMoney's my addiction, nigga\n\nI'm addicted to green that don't burn\nUp in the kitchen without a concern\nMothafuckas will learn it's my turn\nI'm addicted to it\nGetting closer to it\n\nMaking it bounce, making it bounce\nChrome frame making it bounce\nI know girls like money\nSo I'm sticking them and dicking them now\nDick in their mouth\nPutting a dick in their mouth\nWith a .44 on me sticking out\nWindows getting foggy while\nWe doing it all night doggy style\n\nActing up run the weed up\nJag in cup, G'd up\nFucking it up my Chucks moving and doing\nMy new dance while I'm holding my n-eez-uts\n\nBack down then side to side\nI skip skip throw my dubs up high\nRunning around South Central bottom\nWith a bandana on my steering column\n\nSlap boxing, dominoes\nJail breakers squatting low\nSwitching up and our fly S5\nOn mine, middle finger out the window\nWith one time riding\nWhen I beat up on the concrete I be sliding\nWhen I get up on a bitch their eyes get wide and\nWhen they see me sagging and lagging them\nLench Mob medallion blinding them\n\nHood screw up your stars\nAnd it ain't no killing ours\nStill the stars whoop your ass for the cash\nYeah, I'm guilty as charged\n\nQuarter pounds, assholes, whatever you need\nBest believe don't trip\nIf the price is right I take a trip for flip\nAnd get them ___ ___ by one zip for zip\n\nSitting on\nBut I'm dipping on\nBut I'm tipping on\nNigga getting it on\nWith a freak on the side of me\nSipping Patrón\nTrying to whip it on\nBaby licking my bone\nAnd I'm starting to moan\nCause them lips are long\nAnd I can see me getting my pimping on\nAnd she tripping on\nBut I'm twisting on\nMy swap meet corduroy slippers on\n\nCause I'm real with this\nI was built for this\nNigga muthafucking WC is still the shit\nAnd I ain't leaving until I get another meal in this\nSo every time I spit it I'm killing shit\nSo nigga dig a ditch\nGet out the wilderness\nI'm hood-certified and and still with this\nWhen will I quit?\nOh, fuck it nigga\nI ain't quitting until I'm filthy rich\n\nI'm addicted to green that don't burn\nUp in the kitchen without a concern\nMuthafuckas will learn it's my turn\nI'm addicted to it\nGetting closer to it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Addicted To It\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty By Afilliation\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo what's up?\n  Official T-shirt nigga\n  Hood certified\n  Dub Sizzle\n\n  Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?\n  Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?\n  Where my hustle is at, where my hustlers at?\n  Babies give give give money. Throw their hands up\n\n  Sixteen in the chamber\n  With a stack between my fingers\n  Geto Boys, NWA, Schooly D in the CD changer\n  Reclining like The Mac\n  Swoop on the ave\n  Cruise the block like a float in a parade\n  In a seven and a half\n\n  Sitting low __ so __ to the Pro Fitted\n  Hustler, hustler, nigga all I know is a goal get it\n  Ah, ah, ah the flow is so wicked\n  Strip for me baby\n  Slide down this chocolate pole and grip it\n\n  Going all out for the dough\n  Ball out and roll\n  Dub keep it G\n  Nigga this hood shit is all I know\n  Got the dice __ up\n  My ice cleaned up\n  Now I cater the streets\n  Like the weed man out of the ice cream truck\n\n  Diamonds on my neck shining in the club like daylight\n  Dub C be hitting it right\n  By the end of the night\n  You be saying all right\n  22 is the inches, 69 is the position\n  Lench Mob and gangsta shit\n  Money's my addiction, nigga\n\n  I'm addicted to green that don't burn\n  Up in the kitchen without a concern\n  Mothafuckas will learn it's my turn\n  I'm addicted to it\n  Getting closer to it\n\n  Making it bounce, making it bounce\n  Chrome frame making it bounce\n  I know girls like money\n  So I'm sticking them and dicking them now\n  Dick in their mouth\n  Putting a dick in their mouth\n  With a .44 on me sticking out\n  Windows getting foggy while\n  We doing it all night doggy style\n\n  Acting up run the weed up\n  Jag in cup, G'd up\n  Fucking it up my Chucks moving and doing\n  My new dance while I'm holding my n-eez-uts\n\n  Back down then side to side\n  I skip skip throw my dubs up high\n  Running around South Central bottom\n  With a bandana on my steering column\n\n  Slap boxing, dominoes\n  Jail breakers squatting low\n  Switching up and our fly S5\n  On mine, middle finger out the window\n  With one time riding\n  When I beat up on the concrete I be sliding\n  When I get up on a bitch their eyes get wide and\n  When they see me sagging and lagging them\n  Lench Mob medallion blinding them\n\n  Hood screw up your stars\n  And it ain't no killing ours\n  Still the stars whoop your ass for the cash\n  Yeah, I'm guilty as charged\n\n  Quarter pounds, assholes, whatever you need\n  Best believe don't trip\n  If the price is right I take a trip for flip\n  And get them ___ ___ by one zip for zip\n\n  Sitting on\n  But I'm dipping on\n  But I'm tipping on\n  Nigga getting it on\n  With a freak on the side of me\n  Sipping Patrón\n  Trying to whip it on\n  Baby licking my bone\n  And I'm starting to moan\n  Cause them lips are long\n  And I can see me getting my pimping on\n  And she tripping on\n  But I'm twisting on\n  My swap meet corduroy slippers on\n\n  Cause I'm real with this\n  I was built for this\n  Nigga muthafucking WC is still the shit\n  And I ain't leaving until I get another meal in this\n  So every time I spit it I'm killing shit\n  So nigga dig a ditch\n  Get out the wilderness\n  I'm hood-certified and and still with this\n  When will I quit?\n  Oh, fuck it nigga\n  I ain't quitting until I'm filthy rich\n\n  I'm addicted to green that don't burn\n  Up in the kitchen without a concern\n  Muthafuckas will learn it's my turn\n  I'm addicted to it\n  Getting closer to it\n"},{"id":14970094,"name":"Addicted To It ft. Ice Cube","trackName":"Addicted To It ft. Ice Cube","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Guilty By Affiliation","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo what's up?\nOfficial T-shirt nigga\nHood certified\nDub Sizzle\n\nWhere my, where my, where my hustlers at?\nWhere my, where my, where my hustlers at?\nWhere my hustle is at, where my hustlers at?\nBabies give give give money. Throw their hands up\n\nSixteen in the chamber\nWith a stack between my fingers\nGeto Boys, NWA, Schooly D in the CD changer\nReclining like The Mac\nSwoop on the ave\nCruise the block like a float in a parade\nIn a seven and a half\n\nSitting low __ so __ to the Pro Fitted\nHustler, hustler, nigga all I know is a goal get it\nAh, ah, ah the flow is so wicked\nStrip for me baby\nSlide down this chocolate pole and grip it\n\nGoing all out for the dough\nBall out and roll\nDub keep it G\nNigga this hood shit is all I know\nGot the dice __ up\nMy ice cleaned up\nNow I cater the streets\nLike the weed man out of the ice cream truck\n\nDiamonds on my neck shining in the club like daylight\nDub C be hitting it right\nBy the end of the night\nYou be saying all right\n22 is the inches, 69 is the position\nLench Mob and gangsta shit\nMoney's my addiction, nigga\n\nI'm addicted to green that don't burn\nUp in the kitchen without a concern\nMothafuckas will learn it's my turn\nI'm addicted to it\nGetting closer to it\n\nMaking it bounce, making it bounce\nChrome frame making it bounce\nI know girls like money\nSo I'm sticking them and dicking them now\nDick in their mouth\nPutting a dick in their mouth\nWith a .44 on me sticking out\nWindows getting foggy while\nWe doing it all night doggy style\n\nActing up run the weed up\nJag in cup, G'd up\nFucking it up my Chucks moving and doing\nMy new dance while I'm holding my n-eez-uts\n\nBack down then side to side\nI skip skip throw my dubs up high\nRunning around South Central bottom\nWith a bandana on my steering column\n\nSlap boxing, dominoes\nJail breakers squatting low\nSwitching up and our fly S5\nOn mine, middle finger out the window\nWith one time riding\nWhen I beat up on the concrete I be sliding\nWhen I get up on a bitch their eyes get wide and\nWhen they see me sagging and lagging them\nLench Mob medallion blinding them\n\nHood screw up your stars\nAnd it ain't no killing ours\nStill the stars whoop your ass for the cash\nYeah, I'm guilty as charged\n\nQuarter pounds, assholes, whatever you need\nBest believe don't trip\nIf the price is right I take a trip for flip\nAnd get them ___ ___ by one zip for zip\n\nSitting on\nBut I'm dipping on\nBut I'm tipping on\nNigga getting it on\nWith a freak on the side of me\nSipping Patrón\nTrying to whip it on\nBaby licking my bone\nAnd I'm starting to moan\nCause them lips are long\nAnd I can see me getting my pimping on\nAnd she tripping on\nBut I'm twisting on\nMy swap meet corduroy slippers on\n\nCause I'm real with this\nI was built for this\nNigga muthafucking WC is still the shit\nAnd I ain't leaving until I get another meal in this\nSo every time I spit it I'm killing shit\nSo nigga dig a ditch\nGet out the wilderness\nI'm hood-certified and and still with this\nWhen will I quit?\nOh, fuck it nigga\nI ain't quitting until I'm filthy rich\n\nI'm addicted to green that don't burn\nUp in the kitchen without a concern\nMuthafuckas will learn it's my turn\nI'm addicted to it\nGetting closer to it","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Addicted To It ft. Ice Cube\n  artist: WC\n  album: Guilty By Affiliation\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo what's up?\n  Official T-shirt nigga\n  Hood certified\n  Dub Sizzle\n\n  Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?\n  Where my, where my, where my hustlers at?\n  Where my hustle is at, where my hustlers at?\n  Babies give give give money. Throw their hands up\n\n  Sixteen in the chamber\n  With a stack between my fingers\n  Geto Boys, NWA, Schooly D in the CD changer\n  Reclining like The Mac\n  Swoop on the ave\n  Cruise the block like a float in a parade\n  In a seven and a half\n\n  Sitting low __ so __ to the Pro Fitted\n  Hustler, hustler, nigga all I know is a goal get it\n  Ah, ah, ah the flow is so wicked\n  Strip for me baby\n  Slide down this chocolate pole and grip it\n\n  Going all out for the dough\n  Ball out and roll\n  Dub keep it G\n  Nigga this hood shit is all I know\n  Got the dice __ up\n  My ice cleaned up\n  Now I cater the streets\n  Like the weed man out of the ice cream truck\n\n  Diamonds on my neck shining in the club like daylight\n  Dub C be hitting it right\n  By the end of the night\n  You be saying all right\n  22 is the inches, 69 is the position\n  Lench Mob and gangsta shit\n  Money's my addiction, nigga\n\n  I'm addicted to green that don't burn\n  Up in the kitchen without a concern\n  Mothafuckas will learn it's my turn\n  I'm addicted to it\n  Getting closer to it\n\n  Making it bounce, making it bounce\n  Chrome frame making it bounce\n  I know girls like money\n  So I'm sticking them and dicking them now\n  Dick in their mouth\n  Putting a dick in their mouth\n  With a .44 on me sticking out\n  Windows getting foggy while\n  We doing it all night doggy style\n\n  Acting up run the weed up\n  Jag in cup, G'd up\n  Fucking it up my Chucks moving and doing\n  My new dance while I'm holding my n-eez-uts\n\n  Back down then side to side\n  I skip skip throw my dubs up high\n  Running around South Central bottom\n  With a bandana on my steering column\n\n  Slap boxing, dominoes\n  Jail breakers squatting low\n  Switching up and our fly S5\n  On mine, middle finger out the window\n  With one time riding\n  When I beat up on the concrete I be sliding\n  When I get up on a bitch their eyes get wide and\n  When they see me sagging and lagging them\n  Lench Mob medallion blinding them\n\n  Hood screw up your stars\n  And it ain't no killing ours\n  Still the stars whoop your ass for the cash\n  Yeah, I'm guilty as charged\n\n  Quarter pounds, assholes, whatever you need\n  Best believe don't trip\n  If the price is right I take a trip for flip\n  And get them ___ ___ by one zip for zip\n\n  Sitting on\n  But I'm dipping on\n  But I'm tipping on\n  Nigga getting it on\n  With a freak on the side of me\n  Sipping Patrón\n  Trying to whip it on\n  Baby licking my bone\n  And I'm starting to moan\n  Cause them lips are long\n  And I can see me getting my pimping on\n  And she tripping on\n  But I'm twisting on\n  My swap meet corduroy slippers on\n\n  Cause I'm real with this\n  I was built for this\n  Nigga muthafucking WC is still the shit\n  And I ain't leaving until I get another meal in this\n  So every time I spit it I'm killing shit\n  So nigga dig a ditch\n  Get out the wilderness\n  I'm hood-certified and and still with this\n  When will I quit?\n  Oh, fuck it nigga\n  I ain't quitting until I'm filthy rich\n\n  I'm addicted to green that don't burn\n  Up in the kitchen without a concern\n  Muthafuckas will learn it's my turn\n  I'm addicted to it\n  Getting closer to it\n"}]