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