Dr. Dre feat. Hittman - Ackrite Lyrics

release date: 1999-11-16
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Thug Rap/Gangsta
length: 3:42
performer: Hittman
keyboard: Camara Kambon
audio engineer: Richard Huredia
It's ****in ackrite
Question is - can I get some? Knahmsayin?
Ackrite *****
When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin?
When I yank you by the ****in perm
Don't be lookin at a ***** crazy
Just get with the digits and be the **** out, youknahmsayin?
Let me break it down for why'all

It was just one of those days
When I wanted to catch sunrays
Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon
***** ? 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 clownin whores
Around the full good-to-go girls
Like them ?? girls, ridin shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the ride
Sippin one fifty one that gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to the beach I'ma put my ****in 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 *****z 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 ***** playa haters don't like
Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-*** *****es get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)

Uhhhhh...drink kickin in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words, I'M ****IN 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 *****z
With no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
"Yo, is this your man?" "No."
Grab the *****'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


Frontin on the ack-right, 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 *****'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 {*CAR HORN*} aiyyo, chase them girls
In that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
Neckbone, lookin back at us
Plus, they on the **** 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 *****z set-trippin
Clip in the strap, I showed these *****z how to act


Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Lolo (intro)
  • 2 The Watcher
  • 3 Fuck You
  • 4 Still D.R.E.
  • 5 Big Ego’s
  • 6 Xxplosive
  • 7 What’s the Difference
  • 8 Bar One
  • 9 Light Speed
  • 10 Forgot About Dre
  • 11 The Next Episode
  • 12 Let’s Get High
  • 13 Bitch Niggaz
  • 14 The Car Bomb
  • 15 Murder Ink
  • 16 ED-Ucation
  • 17 Some L.A. Niggaz
  • 18 Pause 4 Porno
  • 19 Housewife
  • 20 Ackrite
  • 21 Bang Bang
  • 22 The Message