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Brownside - Hittin' Switches lyrics
Early in the morning and I'm in my ride Rolling to the garage with the homeboy, getting high Rolling down the calle in my rag 63 Looking to hit the switches on any vato I see Two pumps to the front and one to the back I always carry my quette so don't think I'll let you jack Rolling on these, my twenties gripping the street Always keeping trucha out for any vatos trying to creep Rolling down Vermont going South down the way Took Lawana head straight to my rag 6-tray Made a right on Gage and spotted me a rag 64 Hit the front switch jumped four feet off the floor The fool started hitting, wasn't really doing shit I rolled down the window, told that vato he should quit I hit front and back as I drove away I'm hitting all back bumper ese I don't play Got to the powers, layed it down to the floor Turned my sounds soft and jumped the hell out the door *scrathes* ..we ain't got bad.. ..hittin them switches.. ..bumpin that down, front, back, side to side.. ..we ain't got bad.. ..hittin them switches.. ..bumpin that down, front, back, side to side.. ..we ain't got bad.. ..hittin them switches.. ..bumpin that down, front, back, side to side.. ..we ain't got bad.. ..hittin them switches.. ..bumpin that down, front, back, side to side.. Rolling back home looking clean and mean Armor-All on my tires bumping a cut by Al Green Stoped at my homey South Central Hydraulics Kicked it for a while with a bunch of alcoholics Drinking that Corona, always working on cars Hooking up the hydros making that shit hit hard Later that night we all rolled to the boulevard Clowning with the hynas, rolling deep in my car Hitting front and back, hitting side to side Had all the firme hynas wanting to jump in my ride *talking* Orale, check out those hynas over there Thems some proper ass dubs holmes What's up? Hey Rolled up and down, hopping hitting switches Catching punk ass vatos, clowning them and their bitches Rolling on these with my rag top down My candy paint was sticking and I was bumping my sounds The boulevard was hot, hynas everywhere Rolling bumper to bumper with my Daytons in the air Hitting three wheel motion going down the street Checking out some hynas hanging out on the Jeep Giving up the plate, wanting to give up the cat We stopped to talk and seen the Jeep on a flat Before they said hi we started waving good-bye We peeled out quick and just preceded to ride *scratches* ..three wheel motion.. ..with a hellafied gangsta lean.. ..three wheel motion.. ..with a hellafied gangsta lean.. ..three wheel motion.. ..with a hellafied gangsta lean.. ..three wheel motion.. ..with a hellafied.. I pulled up in the park and seen a big crowd Vatos going head up hopping for their highest bounce The gente was hype and they was jumping around Catching cholas everywhere waiting for the next round I pulled up beside them and told the vatos what's up I showed them my stack and I was ready to hop Drove them face to face and I was ready to go Let the back end up and then I started to flow Hitting all back bumper all the way non-stop The vato couldn't hang so I won the hop Simon I'm hitting switches and just having fun Kicking back with the Raza, didn't have to use a gun Jumped on the freeway, and was on my way Took the 1-10 South to South Central LA *scratches* ..boys on the Eastside.. ..hittin them switches.. ..boys on the Eastside.. ..hittin them switches.. ..boys on the Eastside.. ..hittin them switches.. ..boys on the Eastside.. ..hittin them switches.. |
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