[Dr. Dre] It's fuckin' ackrite Question is - can I get some? Know what I'm sayin'? Ackrite bitch When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite You know what I'm sayin'? When I yank you by the fuckin' perm don't be lookin' at a nigga crazy Just get with the digits and be the fuck out You know what I'm sayin'? Let me break it down for y'all It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays Fun to get blunted on a Sunday afternoon, Nigga? Got room, grab the gat for misbehaviors and the chocolate faded boom Flossin' hip-hop tunes Zoom-zoom like the Commodores Wonder will we have drama or end up clownin' whores Around the full good-to-good girls like them Barbary coast girls, riding shotgun Baby I be postin' all-world in the ra sippin' 151 That gave me too much pride to back down Soon as we get to the beach I'ma put my fuckin' mack down I'm playin' lead, not the background It's time to put Bronson on the map now Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite I'ma have to act wild **[Hittman] Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waste line 'cause niggas don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice (Aight? And give a nig' some ackrite) I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite (Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)** [Hittman] Uhhhh... drink kickin' in I'm stimulated for those that don't know big words, I'm fuckin' faded 83 degrees, ease to a shaded spot Our first spot was cool till some gangstas made it hot Now we plot and pose Plus we watchin' hos with lots of flesh exposed Gettin' swarmed by those type of niggaz with no game but brown-nose So I impose only like pros can "Yo, is this your man? "No" Grab the bitch's hand "I'm Hittman" Bling! Gold chain gleam "You're very eligible for my summer league team" Maybe too extreme 'cause the sister got steamed Then Miss Thang tried to scream on my breathern I got mad spit flame on the name Stefan, tattooed on her arm Ho, you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke witcho lips swoll And give a nig' some ackrite **Chorus** {Minus 'Aight' Both Times} [Hittman] Frontin' on the ackrite, causin' me to act up Good Samaritan save that ho from getting slapped up My homies crack up at the scene I made Yo, my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade If it wasn't for the one-time brigade I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp Make tracks, where else can we go to take hos from fake macks {Car Horn} Aiyyo, chase them girls in that black maxima The passenger almost fractured her neckbone lookin' back at us Plus, they on the dick 'cause the caddy's plush They blush, I bumrush the hush with the largest crush Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch Keep it on hush without the tip-in Mackin' interrupted by some niggaz set trippin' Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act **Chorus** | ||||||
