Brownside Hittin` Switches Lyrics

Hittin` Switches Lyrics

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 sh*t 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 as* dubs holmes
What's up? Hey

Rolled up and down, hopping hitting switches
Catching punk as* vatos, clowning them and their bit*hes
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..