I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)
I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)
I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)
I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)

I wear a "S" on my chest I prefer my vest
And if the chronic run out loc pass the stress
Cause all I wanna do is just roll my things
Turn up the Alphine and let the woofers bang bang
To the boogie say up jump the boogie
He was trying to get a grip on my cookies I shook him
I coulda took him but he wadn't even worth a bullet
I had my finger on the trigger but I couldn't pull it
From destination to just a nation every day is like summer vacation
Let the bitch wait their some good dubbling in your Kenwood
Turn it up to twenty-one and bop it in your hood
I'm a Eastside n***a (N***a) gotta have sprilla (Sprilla)
Do or die low down real life killa (Killa)
They coming through the hold on tip toe you swear so
I gotta get your grip ho

I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)
I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)
I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)
I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)
Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all)
40 Thevz in the house with a fifth y'all (Fifth y'all)
Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp y'all (Pimp y'all)
When I'm rolling through your hood in my six
Oohoohoohoooh that be you
When our four colors rock front and ass out
All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block
Your sounds ain't beating so your girls ain't freaking
Ride so fly got the whole post leaking
Hit 'em in their eyes want to go suicides
Later pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it's like
To hit the mic for a licken
Hell no I ain't tripping cause I kinda like pimping
Being freer than a pigeon
Got your bitch down in positions all kinda ways
40 Thevz pimping these suckas till they graze
So come with these weak flows if you must
But I got a hundred and twenty-one mo rounds I can bust

I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)
I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)
I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)
I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)

Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride
Like Clyde Drexler this is Eastside
Westa recognize the routine
Mo jackers and packers than the Super Bowl ring team
So why you telling me to sell a key of yayo?
That's how you give a fellow need like Jayo
We lay low all up in the cut
N***a suicide burn the bustas up
And I'mma hit 'em up like uppercut
Better shuffle yo feet like double Dutch
Now the party didn't start til I walked in
And it probably won't end til I sip Hen
But in the meantime and in between time
Better tuck in your chin
And learn to take your lumps and grin
You know you can't wait cause I'mma stay on one
One switch one sack one sip but I ain't done
I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)
I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)
I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)
I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)

I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)
I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)
I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)
I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)

I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)
I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)
I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)
I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)

I got push those switch I can hit (I can hit)
I got push those bullet in my clip (In my clip)
I got push those drink I can’t see ‘em (I can’t see ‘em)
I got push those sack I can twist (I can twist)