Dr. Dre Ackrite, Teksty Piosenek Zagranicznych
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Artist : Dr. DreSong Titel : AckriteAlbum : Unbekannt-------------------------------------------------------------------[Hittman]It's fuckin ackriteQuestion is - can I get some? Knahmsayin?Ackrite bitchWhen I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin?When I yank you by the fuckin permdon't be lookin at a nigga crazyJust get with the digits and be the fuck out, youknahmsayin?Let me break it down for y'allIt was just one of those dayswhen I wanted to catch sunraysFun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoonNigga ? got room, grab the gat for misbehavorsand the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunesZoom-zoom like the CommodoresWonder will we have drama or, end up clownin whoresAround the full good-to-go girlslike them ?? girls, ridin shotgun, babyI be postin all-world in the rideSippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back downSoon as we get to the beach I'ma put my fuckin mack downI'm playin lead, not the backgroundIt's time to put Bronson on the map nowWalk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smileCuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackriteI'ma have to ack-wildChorus: sung by HittmanBlunt in my left hand, drink in my rightStrap by my waistline, cause niggaz don't fightSucker 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 likeSnatchin up your honey for some late night hypeAnd snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)[Hittman]Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, I'm stimulatedFor those that don't know big words, I'M FUCKIN FADEDEighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spotOur first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hotNow we plot and poseplus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposedgettin swarmed by those type of niggazwith no game but brown-noseSo 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 steamedThen Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethernI got mad spit flame on the nameStefan, tattooed on her armHoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dykewitcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackriteChorus (minus the word "Aight" both times)[Hittman]Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act upGood Samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped upMy homies crack up at the scene I madeYo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fadeIf it wasn't for the one-time brigadeI woulda sprayed at the hooker trampAs cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break campMake tracks, where else can we go to take hoesfrom fake macks {*CAR HORN*} aiyyo, chase them girlsin that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured herneckbone, lookin back at usPlus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plushThey blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crushTry to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touchKeep it on hush without the tip-inMackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippinClip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to actChorus
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