It's fuckin ackrite
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Question is
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can I get some Knahmsayin
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Ackrite bitch
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When I see you in the spot
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you just ackrite
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you knahm sayin
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When I yank you
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by the fuckin perm
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don't be lookin at
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a nigga crazy
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Just get with the digits
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and be the fuck out
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you knahm sayin
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Let me break it down for y'all
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It was just one of those days
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when I wanted to catch sunrays
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Fun to get blunted on a Sunday
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afternoon
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Nigga got room
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grab the gat for misbehavors
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and the chocolate faded boom
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flossin hip hop tunes
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Zoom zoom like the Commodores
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Wonder will we have drama or
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end up clownin whores
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Around the full good to go girls
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like them girls
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ridin shotgun baby
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I be postin all world in the ride
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Sippin 1 51 that gave me
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too much pride to back down
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Soon as we get to the beach
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I'ma put my fuckin mack down
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I'm playin lead
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not the background
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It's time to put Bronson
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on the map now
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Walk with my hand on my Johnson
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crack a smile
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Cuties peep my style
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if I don't get some ackrite
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I'ma have to ack wild
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Blunt in my left hand
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drink in my right
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Strap by my waistline
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cause niggaz don't fight
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Sucker free for life
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so you better think twice
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Aight And a give
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a nig' some ackrite
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I'm the type of nigga
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playa haters don't like
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Snatchin up your honey
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for some late night hype
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And snobby ass bitches
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get slapped out of spite
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Aight So give
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a nig' some ackrite right
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drink kickin in
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I'm stimulated
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For those that
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don't know big words
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I'M FUCKIN FADED
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Eighty three degrees
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ease to a shaded spot
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Our first spot was cool
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til some gangsters made it hot
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Now we plot and pose
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plus we watchin hoes
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with lots of flesh exposed
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gettin swarmed
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by those type of niggaz
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with no game but brown nose
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So I impose only like pros can
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Yo is this your man No
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Grab the bitch's hand
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I'm Hittman
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Bling Gold chain gleam
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You're very eligible
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for my summer league team
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Maybe too extreme cause
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the sister got steamed
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Then Miss Thing tried
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to scream on my brethern
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I got mad spit flame on the name
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Stefan tattooed on her arm
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Hoe you ain't the bomb
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must be a dyke
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witcho' lips swoll
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and give a nig' some ackrite
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Blunt in my left hand
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drink in my right
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Strap by my waistline
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cause niggaz don't fight
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Sucker free for life
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so you better think twice
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And a give
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a nig' some ackrite
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I'm the type of nigga
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playa haters don't like
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Snatchin up your honey
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for some late night hype
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And snobby ass bitches
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get slapped out of spite
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So give
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a nig' some ackrite right
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Frontin on the ack rite
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causin me to act up
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Good Samaritan save that hoe
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from gettin slapped up
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My homies crack up
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at the scene I made
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Yo my actions ain't serene
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when a nigga's on fade
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If it wasn't for
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the one time brigade
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I woulda sprayed at
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the hooker tramp
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As cops parade I'm afraid
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it's time to break camp
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Make tracks where else can
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we go to take hoes
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from fake macks
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aiyyo chase them girls
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in that black Maxima
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the passenger
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almost fractured her
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neckbone lookin back at us
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Plus they on the dick cause
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the Caddy's plush
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They blush I bumrush the hush
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with the largest crush
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Try to swing an ep tonight so
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I don't have to keep in touch
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Keep it on hush
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without the tip in
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Mackin interrupted
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by some niggaz set trippin
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Clip in the strap
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I showed these niggaz how to act
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Blunt in my left hand
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drink in my right
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Strap by my waistline
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cause niggaz don't fight
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Sucker free for life
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so you better think twice
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Aight And a give
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a nig' some ackrite
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I'm the type of nigga
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playa haters don't like
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Snatchin up your honey
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for some late night hype
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And snobby ass bitches
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get slapped out of spite
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Aight so give
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a nig' some ackrite right
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Ackrite (Feat. Hittman)
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Dr. Dre |