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

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