[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!