Hit tha Flo! Songtext
von Breakestra

Heh heh heh heh
Aww look out here I come
Look out here I come

I had to getcha baby
I had to getcha
Look out said here I come
Watch out now

Said uh rollin′ out on the 110
Southbound
Got my Chevrolet six trey
Uh drop top
Ran into my man Hymnal
He had his Mustang '05
Tryin′ to make it live
So I
Pulled up next to his Mustang
I did my thing
My Chevrolet Impala's too tough
He couldn't hang So I


Had to hit the flo′
Had to hit the flo′
'63 Impala baby
You don′t want to know
Had to hit the flo'
Had to hit the flo′
Uh buildin' up those smokestacks
Haha you don′t want no mo'
Watch out

Look out for the one time
'Cause they on my back
I had to shake ′em baby
Talk about workin′ that smokestack

Hit a right turn
Had to burn Kinda silly
You know me woofy wolf
They call me back street Willy

Bumpin' Funkadelic Maggot Brain
Ah you don′t undertand
Flippin' over to Superstoopid
′Cause Eddie Hazel's the man

Get on the 101
Haha goin′ northbound
Listenin' to the sound of my open pipes
Sho' ′nuff gettin′ down


Dreadlocks blowin' in the wind
Lookin′ superfly
Seen this beautiful sister at the bus stop
Said get inside my ride

I Had to hit the flo'
Had to hit the flo′
Sister girlfriend on my side
Need a little bit mo'
Had to hit the flo′
Had to hit the flo'
Uh feet propped up on the dashboard
Immaculate toes now

We went into Hollywood
Over to the root down
Pulled along side Music Man Miles
In his candy apple red '69 Camaro
With the white racing stripes on the front
Just smilin′
I looked at him he looked at me
I said you know what we got to do

Let′s burn it out baby
Let's burn it out
You know what I′m talkin' bout
Got to burn it out
Come on
Let′s burn it out baby
Let's burn it out
Get on what I′m talkin' 'bout

Come on over to the
Vincent Thomas bridge
My ′63 Impala′s just like gold
That crazy fool almost ran me off the road
That's that Topanga Canyon stuff right there y′all
I don't understand it
Watch out

I had to getcha baby
I had to getcha now
I had to getcha baby
I had to getcha

Wait a minute
Goin′ to the 405
Said I roll right on past
'Cause you know the 405
Can uh kiss my ass

Wait a minute I went up to Sepulveda
Made a right turn
And ran into the Funky Buzzard
In a ′66 Lincoln Continental with the suicide doors

And I looked up to Buzzard and said
Can you make that thing burn rubber
He musta looked at me and said Wolf
Let me show you something brother

Let's burn it out baby
Let's burn it out
You know what I′m talkin′ bout
Got to burn it out

Come on
Let's burn it out baby
Let′s burn it out
Get on what I'm talkin′ 'bout
Got ta howl

Rollin′ on the I-5
Northbound to the bay
In a Licoln Continental and my Chevrolet six trey
Now Mr. Leafoot Tackett in his Camaro

He went on ahead and led the way
Said come on over and take us to the bay bridge brother
Watchout
Now that '69 Camaro's good to go
But that Buzzard in the Lincoln Continental sho′ ′nuff blows
Like I said before my '63 Impala′s like gold

Come on y'all
Let get on with the
Watch out

Had to hit the flo′
Had to hit the flo'
′63 Impala baby
You don't want to know
I had to hit the flo'
Had to hit the flo′
Buildin′ up those smokestacks
Come on let's hit this corner right here now
Watch out
Look out here I come
Look out say here I come
I gotta getcha baby
I gotta getcha
Look out here I come

Wait a minute now
I don′t know what bridge this is
I think we uh got lost in the ghetto somewhere
Ha ha ha ha
I tell you what we do
Let's go and hit the flo′
Put on the breaks
And run inside this liquor store
Get it