Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hittin Switches , by - Mack 10. Song from the album The Hood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: B.I.B
Song language: English
Hittin Switches |
| I’m hittin switches all day |
| Hit the block set it off like gary gray |
| I smoke weed gold-d's on the cherry tray |
| Pockets full pitbulls drinking perier (haha, yeah) |
| 13 inches of pure joy |
| When I’m on the switch I’m like a kid with a new toy |
| Rollin on 3, with 2 red bones on E We caravanning to the beach |
| Niggers dippin these streets |
| I’m good on the switch never missing a beat |
| 4 switches all I need and I love this shit |
| Drop the ass on the bitch and scrape the bumper kid |
| Well just pull up to my bumber baby |
| Who want some of this hot ass tray |
| I would gas hop, but no need to stomp her |
| 3 licks I’m gonna bump her |
| Just throw your mother fucking hands in the air |
| Represent your hood like you just don’t care |
| Set up shop never close and get riches |
| And never stop rolling foes and hittin switches |
| Throw your mother fucking hands in the air |
| Represent your hood like you just don’t care |
| Set up shop never close and get riches |
| And never stop rolling foes and hittin switches |
| I put some down west pound riding it’s hot top chop 6 ace |
| Like a wild bull as a pump chump me around |
| Feeling like my back is on the sign of bubbles |
| Has the bass up sound |
| I hit the corner on 3 wheels |
| Rag cop keep popping like wheat pills |
| You know I floss down the shore cos I love LA |
| Back to the hood down vanessa let the bumper scrape yeah |
| Low riders for hundreds spoke daggers |
| Low riders for all the who bangers |
| Bounce, rock, swerve, and skate |
| Hit the switch up and down from back to pancake |
| Bounce, rock, swerve, and skate |
| Hit the switch up and down |
| Baby come fly with me, get high with me Let me show you how a riders suppose to be Trunk tight, ready to take flight |
| Up and down the shore all night |
| Nigger when the trunk up You see gates and punks |
| Rag ace rap, metal flakes with humps |
| Stay on point like stiletto |
| Square dump and be bumpin through the ghetto |
| Classic chevrolet with the top off in my dumps |
| It’s more square than a xena knockoff |
| It’s who banging for life |
| And none other than westside ride and gangsters straight thug |
| When it’s time to clown get the set with the sunforce down |
| SPG’s having platinum d’s as we bounce, rock, skate, players motivate |
| In the icy candy paint |