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Lyrics for Ackrite featuring Hittman by Dre Dr:
| | | Artist: | Dre Dr |
| | Album: | The Chronic 2001 | | Track: | Ackrite featuring Hittman | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 127 | | | | Lyrics: | Hittman]
It's fuckin ackrite
Question is - can I get some? Knahmsayin?
Ackrite
bitch
When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin?
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,
youknahmsayin?
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 misbehavors
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-go girls
like them ?? girls, ridin shotgun, baby
I be
postin all-world in the ride
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 ack-wild
Chorus: sung
by Hittman
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause
niggaz don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a 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]
Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, I'm
stimulated
For those that don't know big words, I'M FUCKIN FADED
Eighty-three degrees,
ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot
and pose
plus we watchin hoes, 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 Thing tried to scream on my brethern
I got mad spit flame on the
name
Stefan, tattooed on her arm
Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke
witcho' lips
swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
Chorus (minus the word "Aight" both times)
[Hittman]
Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act up
Good Samaritan save
that hoe from gettin 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 hoes
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
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