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