Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ackrite, artist - Dr. Dre. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ackrite |
| It’s fuckin ackrite |
| Question is — can I get some? |
| Know what I’m saying? |
| Ack-rite, bitch |
| When I see you in the spot, you just act right, you know what I’m saying? |
| When I yank you by the fuckin' arm |
| Don’t be looking at a nigga crazy |
| Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I’m saying? |
| Let me break it down for y’all |
| It was just one of those days |
| When I wanted to catch sunrays |
| It`s fun to gitt blunted on a Sunday afternoon |
| Nigga Bathed & got groomed, grabbed the gat for misbehavors |
| And the chocolate flavored boom, lost in hip-hop tunes |
| Zoom-zoom like the Commodores |
| Wonder will we have drama or, end up clowning whores |
| Round up four good-to-go girls |
| Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby |
| I be postin all-world in the ride |
| Sipping 151 done gave me too much pride to back down |
| Soon as we get to The Beach I’mma 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’mma have to ack-wild |
| Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right |
| Strap by my waistline, cause niggas 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) |
| Uhhhhh. |
| drink kicking 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 till some gangsters made it hot |
| Now we plot and pose |
| Plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed |
| Getting swarmed by those type of niggas |
| 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 brethren |
| I got mad, spit phlegm on the name |
| Stefan, tattooed on her arm |
| Ho you ain’t the bomb, must be a dyke |
| Gitcho' lips swoll, or give a nig' some ackrite |
| Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right |
| Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don’t fight |
| Sucker free for life, so you better think twice |
| (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 |
| (So give a nig' some ackrite, right) |
| Fronting on the ack-rite, causing me to act up |
| Good Samaritans 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 hoes |
| From fake macks? |
| Aiyyo, chase them girls |
| In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her |
| Neckbone, looking back at us |
| Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy’s plush |
| They blush, I bumrush the huss, 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 tippin` |
| Macking interrupted by some niggas set-tripping |
| Clip in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act |