Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hittin' Switches, artist - Brownside. Album song Payback, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.05.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PR
Song language: English
Hittin' Switches |
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 |
.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 |
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 |
.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 |
.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. |