Sixty feet out of reach, hammer down every time And we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on, gittin' it on, gittin' it on Don't f*** with the stroker, 60 over And I know that we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on, gittin' it on
Power down in the hole, you was smokin' on the shoulder Sucked you up like a leech, now you're limpin' like a duster While we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on, gittin' it on
Look at D-class gasser, 4-speed suicide We was gittin' it on, gittin' it on, gittin' it on Dominatin' the modified, force-fed power grind And we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on, gittin' it on
Power down in the hole, you was smokin' on the shoulder Sucked you up like a leech, now you're limpin' like a duster While we was gittin' it on, gittin' it on, gittin' it on
To your selves Gittin' it on, gittin' it on, gittin' it on, gittin' it on Got the heavies, got the got the heavies Got the heavies, got the got the heavies Got the heavies, got the got the heavies