Dr. Dre, Hittman - Ackrite lyrics
Dr. Dre [Andre Romell Young] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Dr. Dre, Hittman - Ackrite lyrics]
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 digit's 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? CAR HORN 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
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 digit's 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? CAR HORN 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