*featuring Hittman
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[Hittman]
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It's fuckin ackrite
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Question is - can I get some? Knahmsayin?
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Ackrite bitch
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When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin?
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When I yank you by the fuckin perm
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don't be lookin at a nigga crazy
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Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, youknahmsayin?
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Let me break it down for y'all
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It was just one of those days
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when I wanted to catch sunrays
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Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon
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Nigga ? got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
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and the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
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Zoom-zoom like the Commodores
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Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin whores
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Around the full good-to-go girls
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like them ?? girls, ridin shotgun, baby
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I be postin all-world in the ride
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Sippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back down
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Soon as we get to the beach I'ma put my fuckin mack down
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I'm playin lead, not the background
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It's time to put Bronson on the map now
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Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
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Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
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I'ma have to ack-wild
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[Chorus: sung by Hittman]
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Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
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Strap by my waistline, cause niggaz don't fight
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Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
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(Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite)
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I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like
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Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype
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And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
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(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)
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[Hittman]
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Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, I'm stimulated
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For those that don't know big words, I'M FUCKIN FADED
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Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot
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Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot
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Now we plot and pose
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plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
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gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz
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with no game but brown-nose
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So I impose only like pros can
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"Yo, is this your man?" "No."
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Grab the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman."
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Bling! Gold chain gleam
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"You're very eligible for my summer league team."
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Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed
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Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern
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I got mad spit flame on the name
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Stefan, tattooed on her arm
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Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke
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witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
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[Chorus (minus the word "Aight" both times)]
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[Hittman]
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Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act up
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Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped up
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My homies crack up at the scene I made
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Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
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If it wasn't for the one-time brigade
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I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp
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As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp
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Make tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
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from fake macks {*CAR HORN*} aiyyo, chase them girls
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in that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
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neckbone, lookin back at us
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Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plush
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They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
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Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch
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Keep it on hush without the tip-in
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Mackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin
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Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act
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[Chorus]
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Ackrite
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Dr Dre |