Dr Dre - Ackrite Lyrics
[hittman]Its *****in ackriteQuestion is - can I get some? knahmsayin?Ackrite *****When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin?When I yank you by the *****in permDont be lookin at a nigga crazyJust get with the digits and be the ***** out, youknahmsayin?Let me break it down for yallIt was just one of those daysWhen I wanted to catch sunraysFun to get blunted on a sunday, afternoonNigga ? got room, grab the gat for misbehavorsAnd the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunesZoom-zoom like the commodoresWonder will we have drama or, end up clownin whoresAround the full good-to-go girlsLike them ? ? girls, ridin shotgun, babyI be postin all-world in the rideSippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back downSoon as we get to the beach ima put my *****in mack downIm playin lead, not the backgroundIts time to put bronson on the map nowWalk with my hand on my johnson, crack a smileCuties peep my style, if I dont get some ackriteIma have to ack-wildChorus: sung by hittmanBlunt in my left hand, drink in my rightStrap by my waistline, cause niggaz dont fightSucker free for life, so you better think twice(aight? and a give a nig some ackrite)Im the type of nigga playa haters dont likeSnatchin up your honey for some late night hypeAnd snobby-ass *****es get slapped out of spite(aight? so give a nig some ackrite, right)[hittman]Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, Im stimulatedFor those that dont know big words, Im *****in fadedEighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spotOur first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hotNow we plot and posePlus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposedGettin swarmed by those type of niggazWith no game but brown-noseSo I impose only like pros canYo, is this your man? no.Grab the *****s hand, Im hittman.Bling! gold chain gleamYoure very eligible for my summer league team.Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamedThen miss thing tried to scream on my brethernI got mad spit flame on the nameStefan, tattooed on her armHoe you aint the bomb, must be a dykeWitcho lips swoll, and give a nig some ackriteChorus (minus the word aight both times)[hittman]Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act upGood samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped upMy homies crack up at the scene I madeYo my actions aint serene when a niggas on fadeIf it wasnt for the one-time brigadeI woulda sprayed at the hooker trampAs cops parade Im afraid its time to break campMake tracks, where else can we go to take hoesFrom fake macks {*car horn*} aiyyo, chase them girlsIn that black maxima, the passenger, almost fractured herNeckbone, lookin back at usPlus, they on the dick cause the caddys plushThey blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crushTry to swing an ep tonight so I dont have to keep in touchKeep it on hush without the tip-inMackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippinClip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to actChorus
