| Sixty feet out of reach, hammer down every time
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| And we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on
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| Don’t fuck with the stroker, it’s 60 over
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| And I know that we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on
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| Power down in the hole
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| And you was smokin' on the shoulder
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| Sucked you up like a leech
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| And now you’re limpin' like a Duster
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| While we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on
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| LIke a D/Class gasser, 4-speed suicide
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| We was gittin' it on, gittin' it on
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| Dominatin' the modified, force-fed power grind
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| And we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on
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| Power down in the hole
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| And you was smokin' on the shoulder
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| Sucked you up like a leaech
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| And now yo’re limpin' like a Duster
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| While we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on.
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| Gittin' it on, Gittin' it on
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| Got the heavies, Got the heavies |