Lyrics

[Intro: Hittman] It's fuckin' act right Question is, can I get some? Know what I'm saying? Ackrite, bitch When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, 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 [Verse 1: Hittman] It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays It's fun to get blunted on a Sunday Afternoon, nigga bathed, got groomed Grabbed the gat for misbehaviors 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 and 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'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 act wild [Chorus: Hittman & Dr. Dre] 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 player haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite [Verse 2: Hittman] Uh, drink kicking in, I'm still elated 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 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, get your lips swole or give a nig' some ackrite [Chorus: Hittman & Dr. Dre] 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 player haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite [Verse 3: Hittman] Fronting on the ackrite causes me to act up Good Samaritans saved 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 hus' with the largest crush Try to swing her after night so I don't have to keep in touch Keep it on the hush without the tippin' Macking interrupted by some niggas set trippin' Clip in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act [Chorus: Hittman & Dr. Dre] 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 player haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite, right [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Biotch (Yeah) I just wanna put my dick on your shoulder so you could put it on your mind later on Step it up! 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 code ten! (Ayy) Put this dick behind yo head!