Lyrical Breakdown of Ackrite - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ackrite - Instrumental" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Dr. Dre weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ackrite - Instrumental" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Dr. Dre employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Dr. Dre's narrative.

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It's fuckin' ackrite Question is, can I get some? Knahmsayin'? Ackrite bitch When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, you nahmsayin'? When I yank you by the fuckin' perm Don't be lookin' at a nigga crazy Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, you nahmsayin? Let me break it down for y'all It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon Nigga 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 clownin' 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 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 ack-wild Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz 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) Drink kickin' in, I'm stimulated For those that don't know big words, I'm fuckin' faded 83 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 niggaz 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 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 Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz 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) Frontin' on the ack-rite, 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 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 Aiyyo, chase them girls in that black Maxima The passenger, almost fractured her, neckbone, lookin' 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 Mackin' interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin' Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz 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) Biatch I just wanna put my dick on your shoulder So you can put it on your mind later on 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 called ten Put this dick behind your head