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