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Ackrite – Dr. Dre

(feat. Hittman)
[Hittman]
It’s fuckin ackrite
Question is – can I get some? Knahmsayin?
Ackrite bitch
When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin?
When I yank you by the fuckin perm
don’t be lookin at a nigga crazy
Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, youknahmsayin?
Let me break it down for y’all

It was just one of those days
when I wanted to catch sunrays
Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon
Nigga ? got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
and the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin whores
Around the full good-to-go girls
like them ?? girls, ridin shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the ride
Sippin 151 that 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 ack-wild

[Chorus: sung by Hittman]

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggaz 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 playa haters don’t like
Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig’ some ackrite, right)

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[Hittman]
Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, I’m stimulated
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
gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz
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 brethern
I got mad spit flame on the name
Stefan, tattooed on her arm
Hoe you ain’t the bomb, must be a dyke
witcho’ lips swoll, and give a nig’ some ackrite

[Chorus (minus the word “Aight” both times)]

[Hittman]
Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act up
Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin 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 {*CAR HORN*} aiyyo, chase them girls
in that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
neckbone, lookin back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy’s plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don’t have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the tip-in
Mackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin
Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act

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[Chorus]

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Dr. Dre

Lil’ Ghetto Boy (Remix) – Dr. Dre

(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)
The Ghetto [8x]

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Wake up, jumped out my bed
I’m in a two man cell with my homie Lil’ 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
I’m only eighteen, so I’m a young buck
It’s a ride, if I don’t scrap, I’m gettin’ stuck
But that’s the life of G, I guess
Ese’s way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin’ quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncin’ off the walls, throwin’ them dogs
Gettin’ that rep as a young hog
It ain’t nothin’ like the street life
You better be strapped with your shank
Cause ain’t no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time

[Chorus:]

We run game in the ghetto
We gets high in the ghetto
We gets shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the ghetto
Lil’ Ghetto Boy

[Dr. Dre]
Now I’m holdin’ the dub, sittin’ on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
I’m back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That I be makin’ soon as I touch them streets
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain’t no thang to me
Cause now I’m what they call a loced ass O.G.
The little homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get with cause I’m down to set trip
Nigga, I’m bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn’t know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin’ behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn’t understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way back
I guess that’s what I get (for what?)
For tryin’ to jack the little homies for they grip

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[Chorus]

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Somethin’ for the real O.G.’s to get with
Some facts made our made
Now you runnin’ but I’m played
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, I’m the smooth macadamian
Gamin’em for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin’ just enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what they get in for?
Early mornin’ on the corners, what they hittin’ for?
Seven young G’s put they serve down
In a G ride, Eastside’s where they swerve now
Not thinkin’ about what’s really goin’ on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county
With nothin’ but convicts around me
But now I’m back at the Pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it’s wrong but we tend to think it’s right
So make all them ends you can make
Cause when you’re broke, you break, check it out
So ain’t no need for your mama to trip
Cause you’s a hustlin’ ass youngsta, clockin’ your grip

[Chorus]

Lil’ Ghetto Boy

That’s the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto [3x]

That’s the life of a G
That’s the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto [3x]

That’s the life of a G. The ghetto
That’s the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto

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Deep Cover – Dr. Dre

(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)
[Verse One: Dr. Dre]

Tonight’s the night I get in some shit, (Yeah)
Deep cover on the incognito tip.
Killin’ motherfuckers if I have to,
Peelin’ caps too, cause you niggas know I’m comin’ at you.
I guess thats part of the game,
But I feel for the nigger who thinks he just gonna come and chance things
With the swiftness, so get it right, with the quickness,
And let me handle my business, yo.
I’m on a mission and my mission won’t stop
Until I get the nigger maxin at the top.
I hope you get his ass before he drops.
Kingpin kickin back while his workers sling his rocks.
Coming up like a fat rat.
Big money, big cars, big body guards on his back.
So it’s difficult to get him.
But I got the hook up with somebody who knows how to get in contact with
him.
Hit him like this and like that,
Let ’em know that I’ll make it for a big fat dope sack
What is this pen? so let’s rush it.
If you want to handle it tonight we’ll discuss it
On the nigga’s time, in the nigga’s place,
Take a strap just in case one of his boys recognise my face.
Cause he’s a sheisty motherfucker,
But I gives a fuck, cause I’m going deep cover.

[Chorus: Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg)]

Yeah, and you don’t stop (cause it’s 1-8-7 on an undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don’t stop (cause it’s 1-8-7 on an undercover cop)

[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

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Creep with me as I crawl through the hood,
Maniac, lunatic, call ’em Snoop Eastwood
Kickin dust as I bust fuck peace
And, the mothafuckin drug police
You already know I gives a fuck about a cop
So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop
Plot, yeah, that’s what we’s about to do
Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue
Dre, (whatup, Snoop) yo I got the feelin
Tonight’s the night like Betty Wright, and I’m chillin
Killin, feelin, no remorse, yeah
So lets go straight to the motherfuckin’ source
And see what we can find
Crooked ass cops that be gettin niggaz a gang of times
And now they wanna make a deal with me
Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me
And make my pockets bigger
They want to meet with me tonight at 7:00, so whassup nigger?
What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22
so if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck ’em
If we stick ’em then we stuck ’em so fuck ’em!”

[Chorus: Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg)]

Yeah, and you don’t stop (cause it’s 1-8-7 on an undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don’t stop (cause it’s 1-8-7 on an undercover cop)

[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Six fo’ five was the time on the clock,
When me and my homey bailed in the parking lot.
The scene looked strange and it felt like a set up
Better not be, cause if it is, they’re getting lit up.
Oh here they come from the back and they laxed.
I’m checkin for the gats they strap, so whats up black?
Chill, lets hit a deal,
if it aint up to what you feel then grab your steel.
Right, so, what you motherfuckers gonna come at me with?
Hope you ain’t wantin’ none of my grip.
Cause you can save that shit. Guess what they told me?
‘We give you 20 G’s if you snitch on your homey,
We’ll put you in a home, and make your life plush,
Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us.”
Hmmm, let me think about it
Turned my back and grabbed my gat and guess what I told him before I shot
it:
‘If you don’t quit, yeah, if you don’t stop, yeah, I’m lettin’ my gat pop’
Cause it’s 1-8-7 on an undercover cop

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[Chorus: Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg)]

Yeah, and you don’t stop (cause it’s 1-8-7 on an undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don’t stop (cause it’s 1-8-7 on an undercover cop)

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Blunt Time – Dr. Dre

DEAD!

[INTRO]
(Blunt time-pull out your philly)Ha ha,mighty Aftermath
(Sip a glass of ‘gnac,reload your nine milli)
Whose soul ever contest,DEAD!
In me ear Dre.You hear me now?DEAD!
(Blunt time-pull out your philly)
(Sip a glass of ‘gnac,reload your nine milli)

Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong
Room for moving in,but that was on-ly mine
They will shake the hand,never really seen and only heard
They will shake the hand,he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng
Knick-knack,paddy wack give a dog a bone
Long Beach City I wreck is my zone
I be the solo rollo which means I rule alone
You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone
Fool now break for ya two
It’s called the ol’Rambo,catch ambush
I wish you wouldn’t moosh like ya wanna come push
I’ll dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest you Gump
Long Beach City-firmly represented
Narrator X is representor
Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor
Freeze MCs,don’t ent-or
I’ll take like Anne Arden’s new chips in wint-or
Or since I’m Sun I’ll melt the metaphor
The meatphors are meltin,style is beltin
I heard a dog yelpin but no helpin

[CHORUS]
Blunt time-pull out your philly
Sip a glass of ‘gnac,reload your nine milli
Dancin,puffin,sippin or set trippin
Dimes keep on flippin flippin
[REPEAT]

Dre’s bad beats they Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat
X flex lyric they can’t come back
Fact:El-elevant,elegant and eloquent no shit
I boots hits,throw tantrums like Ella Fitz
Nah,the member X but you’ll remember X indeedy
Now remember don’t contest the (?Frex?)
Got you in spot like Lindscrafter but you try to diss
I burn you like Backdrafter
After that you’ll get nothing from me but laughter
Similar to this,HA what’s the repertoire-kick deadly wit lyrics
Shot your punk ass like ELEC now it’s

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[CHORUS]

Mighty Aftermath!
Once again.can’t hold us back
Refuse,refuse(DEAD!)you lose(DEAD!).DEAD!(Indeed)
Attempts wiil be futile,it’s way to brutal
Hear me now Narrator-to-the-X,tellin anyone who contest
The mighty Aftermath Posse (Who?Who?)DEAD!
(Murder!) Exclamation point!
(Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii)
(Blunt time) Ha
(Blunt tiiiime) Mighty Aftermath to the 9-7
(Sip a glass of ‘gnac my friend,dont’cah friend)
(Roowl,IIIIIIII don’t wanna fight no more,no no,oooh)
(Blunt time,blunt time,blunt blunt,yep!)

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