Hittin' Switches Lyrics
| Song | Hittin' Switches |
| Artist | Mack 10 |
| Album | Presents da Hood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cousteau, Deviossi, K-Mac ... | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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 | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus until fade] |
| zuo ci : Cousteau, Deviossi, KMac ... | |
| I' m hittin switches all day | |
| Hit the block set it off like gary gray | |
| I smoke weed goldd' 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 2 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus until fade |
| zuò cí : Cousteau, Deviossi, KMac ... | |
| I' m hittin switches all day | |
| Hit the block set it off like gary gray | |
| I smoke weed goldd' 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 2 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus until fade |
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