Afroman - Hittin' Switches | Текст песни

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• Afroman
• Hittin' Switches

(I be) hittin' switches to a hip-hop beat,
bass drum raisin' me out the seat,
since I feel good, I might as well greet,
all the homeboys hangin' in the street
(I'm just)hittin' switches to a hip-hop beat,
bass drum raisin' me out the seat,
since I feel good, I might as well greet,
all the homeboys hangin' in the street (yeah eah, yeah eah eah eah)
(yeah eah, yeah eah eah eah)

you still afroman?(ye)
calm and humble,
8 away kick make the woofas rumble
bust my rhyme, right on time,
my underground disc gonna cost you a dime
that aint high (man thats cheep)
prices in the rec store real real steep (17 dollas)
spit your stats, the disc was wack,
plus you can't get your money back
don't get mad (don't get mad), get glad (get glad),
the underground disc from the trunk of my cab (wasup)
don't knock it, until you try,
listen to it first, if you like it buy it,
roll through the hood laugh at your friends,
at the record store spendin' all they ends (?ends?)
on the wack rap music lookin' at you dumb,
tryna figure out where you got the jam from,

(while you)hittin' switches to a hip-hop beat (hip-hop beat)
bass drum raisin' me out the seat (au ye) [boom boom]
since I feel good, I might as well greet (greet),
all the homeboys hangin' in the street (wasup)
hittin' switches to a hip-hop beat (zup-zup)
bass drum raisin' me out the seat (raisin' you out the seat) [boom boom]
since I feel good, you might as well greet (baacack)
all the homeboys hangin' in the street (yeah eah, uh don't stop the rock)
(yeah, eah eah eah, get on down)[baccaak]
(yeah eah, uh, camon, camon)
(yeah eah eah eah)

(say what)all the homeyboys, hear you hummin'
now they tryna figure out, what you bougght
homey you never heard this before,
this record is not sold in stores,
corporate america, they can't spot it,
but all the homeboys and the hustlers got it (oh yeah),
I used to get treated just like a saint (just like a saint),
cuz' i can get the music that the record stores can't (we can order it)
argue with my homeys, and i can proove
who wrote the lyrics, and played the groove
everybody hang in my backyard,
cuz' every beet i gang, be bangin' hard
just like a smoker, test your sound,
i can analyze a track, see if its wack,
musical pharmacist, thats for real,
come by and get your perscription feel

(while you) hit switches to a hip-hop beet (au ye)
bass drum raisin' you out the seat (raisin' you out the seat)
since you feelin' good, you might as well greet (baacack)
all the homeboys hangin' in the street (get on down)
(while you) hittin' switches to a hip-hop beet (au ye)[zup zup]
bass drum raisin' you out the seat (boom boom)
since you feelin' good, you might as well greet (oh)
all the homeboys hangin' in the street (yeah eah)
(while you) hittin' switches to a hip-hop beet (la di da da)
bass drum raisin' you out the seat (yeah eah)
since you feelin' good, you might as well greet (yeah eah eah eah)
all the homeboys hangin' in the street (yeah eah)
(uh, say what, yeah eah eah eah)
(la da da, da da da)
(yeah, eah, di di di, yeah eah eah eah)
[scibidiwat]

drolics' in the back, of my old school lac'(lac')
my front man black checkin' out my new track (whatd he do),
I stopped smokin' weed and drinkin' alcohol,
so i could bounce down the street like a basketbal (basketbal),
it's a rough course, of course of course (of course of course),
but I ride this course like a beautiful horse
I say ride with pride, cuz' I rides well (rides well)
crank some through the hood, like the clides did (clides did)
bup my head all the time, but I balance my cup,
when i make my cadilac gidiup,
my name is joseph foreman, I'm a rapper bout' trey (?tr