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Ackrite Lyrics - Dr. Dre 2001 - Dr. Dre

It's fuckin' ackrite 

Question is, can I get some? Knahmsayin'? 

Ackrite bitch 

When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, you knahmsayin'? 

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 knahmsayin? 

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 babe 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-go girls 

 

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Like them Barbicose 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 

 

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) 

 

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 

 

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 

(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) 

 

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 

 

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 

 

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) 

 

Biatch 

 

{I just wanna put my dick on your shoulder 

So you can put it on your mind later on 

Take that dick off your shoulder 

And put it in your mouth 

Drink the evidence 

And hide the dick behind your head 

The police is comin 

It's called ten 

Put this dick behind your head} 

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