Our first spot was cool 'til some gangsters made it hot
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Take that dick off your shoulder
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern
When I yank you by the fuckin' perm
My homies crack up at the scene I made
"Yo, is this your man?" "No" Grab the bitch's hand
And the chocolate faded boom, flossin' hip-hop tunes
I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype
(And a give a nig' some ackrite)
I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp
Mackin' interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin'
(Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite)
Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, you knahmsayin?
The police is comin
Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight
Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
(So give a nig' some ackrite)
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke
Nigga babe got room, grab the gat for misbehaviors
Yo, my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
Frontin' on the ack-rite, causin' me to act up
(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)
When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, you knahmsayin'?
"You're very eligible for my summer league team"
Zoom-zoom like the Commodores
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp, make tracks
(Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite)
Try to swing an EP tonight so I don't have to keep in touch
For those that don't know big words, I'm fuckin' faded
Don't be lookin' at a nigga crazy
Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight
Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin' slapped up
So I impose only like pros can
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
Biatch
Aiyyo, chase them girls in that black Maxima
And hide the dick behind your head
Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like
Gettin' swarmed by those type of niggaz with no game but brown-nose
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
{I just wanna put my dick on your shoulder
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plush
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype
Drink the evidence
So you can put it on your mind later on
Sippin' 151 that gave me too much pride to back down
Plus we watchin' hoes with lots of flesh exposed
Like them Barbicose girls, ridin' shotgun, baby
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite I'ma have to ack-wild
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
Around the full good-to-go girls
I got mad, spit flame on the name Stefan, tattooed on her arm
It's time to put Bronson on the map now
"I'm Hittman", bling, gold chain gleam
Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight
Keep it on hush without the tip-in
Where else can we go to take hoes from fake Macks
It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays
If it wasn't for the one-time brigade
It's called ten
Soon as we get to the beach I'ma put my fuckin' Mack down
Now we plot and pose
(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)
Drink kickin' in, I'm stimulated
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
I'm playin' lead, not the background
Ackrite bitch
Maybe too extreme 'cause the sister got steamed
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype
And put it in your mouth
I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like
I be postin' all-world in the ride
Let me break it down for y'all
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin' whores
The passenger, almost fractured her, neckbone, lookin' back at us
