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    Ackrite

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    Ackrite
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    By Dr. Dre

      About "Ackrite"

      Lyrics for Dr. Dre - "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
      Have fun and get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
      My nigga Babe 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 clowning whores
      Around the full good-to-go girls
      Like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
      I be postin all-world in the ride
      Sipping 151 that 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)

      Uh 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 flame on the name
      Stefan, tattooed on her arm
      Ho 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 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? Ayo, 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 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
      Macking interrupted by some niggas set-tripping
      Clip in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act

      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)

      SONGWRITERS:
      YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL/BAILEY, BRIAN ANTHONY/BRADFORD, MELVIN
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