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Journey - Hittin Switches lyrics
[Verse 1]
 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 soundJourney - Hittin Switches - http://motolyrics.com/journey/hittin-switches-lyrics.html
 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]








