Brownside

Brownside - Hittin' Switches lyrics

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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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