เนื้อเพลง Ackrite - Dr. Dre

[Hittman]:
It's f*ckin' Ackrite
Question is - can I get some? Know what I'm sayin'?
Ackrite b*tch
When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, you know what I'm sayin'?
When I yank you by the f*ckin perm
Don't be lookin' at a n*gga crazy
Just get with the digits and be the f*ck out, you know what I'm sayin'?
Let me break it down for ya'll

It was just one of those days
When I wanted to catch sunrays
Fun to get bluntd on a Sunday, afternoon
N*gga 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 clowin' whores
Around the full good-to-go girls
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 f*ckin' mack down
I'm playin' lead, not 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]:
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause n*ggas don't fight
S*cker free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And give a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of n*gga playa haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass b*tches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)

[Hittman]:
Uhh...drink kickin' in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words, I'M F*CKIN' 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' hos, with lots of flesh exposed
Gettin' swarmed by those type of n*ggas
With no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
Yo, is this your man? "No"
Grab the b*tch'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 my name
Stefan, tattooed on her arm
Ho you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke
With yo' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

[Chorus] (minus the "aight")

[Hittman]:
Frontin' on the ack-rite, causin' me to act up
Good Samaritan save that ho from gettin' slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I made
Yo my action's ain't serene when a n*gga'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 hos
from fake macks {*CAR HORN*} aiyo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, lookin' back at us
Plus, they on the d*ck 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 n*ggas set trippin'
Clip in the strap, I showed these n*ggas how to act

[Chorus]