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Ackrite 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 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 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





Chorus