Versuri Ackrite

(feat. Hittman)  
[Hittman] 
It's fuckin ackrite 
Question is - can I get some? Knahmsayin? 
Ackrite bitch 
When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin? 
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, youknahmsayin? 
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 ? 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 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  
 
[Chorus: sung by Hittman] 
 
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)  
 
[Hittman] 
Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, I'm stimulated 
For those that don't know big words, I'M FUCKIN 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 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  
 
[Chorus (minus the word "Aight" both times)] 
 
[Hittman] 
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 {*CAR HORN*} 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  
 
[Chorus]