Video Ackrite de Aftermath Entertainment 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aftermath Entertainment - Ackrite Lyrics

[Intro: Hittman]
It's fuckin' act right
Question is, can I get some? Know what I'm saying?
Ackrite, bitch
When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, you know what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm, don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm saying?
Let me break it down for y'all

[Verse 1: Hittman]
It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays
It's fun to get blunted on a Sunday
Afternoon, nigga bathed, got groomed
Grabbed the gat for misbehaviors and the chocolate flavored boom
Lost in hip-hop tunes, zoom-zoom like the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama, or
End up clowning whores and round up four good-to-go girls
Like them Barbary Coast girls
Riding shotgun, baby, I be postin' all-world in the ride
Sipping 151 done 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 act wild
[Chorus: Hittman & Dr. Dre]
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggas 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 player haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite

[Verse 2: Hittman]
Uh, drink kicking in, I'm still elated
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 getting swarmed by those
Type of niggas 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 brethren
I got mad, spit flame on the name Stefan
Tattooed on her arm, ho, you ain't the bomb
Must be a dyke, get your lips swole or give a nig' some ackrite
[Chorus: Hittman & Dr. Dre]
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggas 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 player haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite

[Verse 3: Hittman]
Fronting on the ackrite causes me to act up
Good Samaritans saved that ho from getting 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?
Ayo, chase them girls in that black Maxima, the passenger
Almost fractured her neckbone looking back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plush
They blush, I bumrush the hus' with the largest crush
Try to swing her after night so I don't have to keep in touch
Keep it on the hush without the tippin'
Macking interrupted by some niggas set trippin'
Clip in the strap, I showed these niggas how to act
[Chorus: Hittman & Dr. Dre]
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggas 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 player haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite, right

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Biotch (Yeah)
I just wanna put my dick on your shoulder so you could put it on your mind later on
Step it up!
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 code ten! (Ayy)
Put this dick behind yo head!