Dj Quik - Addictive lyrics

[Verse 1 - Rakim] You off the planet, wherever you at you stand out Plus you specialize in freakin your man out Put it all in one pot lets see if it pan out Stick ya hand out, I got it all planned out Layin out the way, I set a date to wed on Plus you got your head on, you my queen from here on Lookin like lady Revlon with all red on She fiending till I'm in her arms, I'm King Put the silk bedspread on Rose pedals and scent candle lit Victoria's Secret set on Rough s** turnin her on So ghetto, innocent but scandalous just bling and fur on Million dollar habit, she said its a fetish she gotta have it Once she get it, she holla thats it Keep the waters rapid The hotter its automatic Oh sh**, she OD'n again I got an addict [Verse 2: Truth Hurts] He breaks me down, he builds me up He fills my cup, I like it rough We fuss, we brawl, we rise, we fall He comes in late, but it's okay He do, I do, he knows the rules He takes care of home, though he's not alone I'm on his team, he keeps me clean And gives me things, he makes me scream [Hook: Truth Hurts] He's so contagious, returns my pages He's got me anxious, he's what I've waited for He keeps me guessing, spontaneous He's so persuasive and I'm his lady [Verse 3: Truth Hurts] Oh! Tonight is waitin, and I ain't complainin I'm entertainin, my number one fan My back is achin, from our love makin Oh yes I'm taken, ain't no use in fakin My ups, my downs, my high and my lows From head to toe, he makes me glow He hits the spot, he makes me hot I'm all that he's got, and he's all that I've got [Hook] [Verse 4: Rakim] Thinking of a master plan You know anything you need baby ask your man You was there from a half a gram Now it's kilos to C-notes and high fashion brands We ball like we own the world The only concern is you my only girl And when we speakin in tongues Breathing hard when I'm squeezin' your lungs Keep it strong, but I gotta hit the streets when I'm done It's joy and pain, when you tryin to get ahead of the game It's f**ed up, but you never complain You just pray I don't get k**ed when I hit the hood Just another hundred mill' and I'mma quit for good No more drug wars trips to jail and shootouts Gettin loot out for lawyers and bail'll get you boot out Just me and you, high off s** and twisted You OG'd and you OD: addicted