Gittin' It On

Sixty feet out of reach, hammer down every time

And we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on

Don't fuck with the stroker, it's 60 over

And I know that we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on

Power down in the hole,

And you was smokin' on the shoulder

Sucked you up like a leech

And now you're limpin' like a Duster

While we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on

Like a D/Class gasser, 4-speed suicide

We was gittin' it on, gittin' it on

Dominatin' the modified, force-fed power grind

And we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on

Power down in the hole

And you was smokin' on the shoulder

Sucked you up like a leach

And now you're limpin' like a Duster

While we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on...

Gittin' it on, gittin' it on

Got the heavies, got the heavies