626 to 707

Hit the Switches (West Covina to Napa) [Intro] Hit the switches… let’s go California breeze in the air Memory lane, hop in my my ride 626 to 707 both places in Cali [Chorus] Hit the switches, let’s go get the bitches It’s gettin’ late, there’s a California breeze flowin’ in the air Hop in my ride, let’s take a ride Cruisin’ down memory lane Hit the switches, pluggin’ bitches I-I-I started in LA, that’s where I was born, where I used to stay 626 Now I reside up north, Napa Valley Both places in Cali [Bridge] West Covina to Napa Valley My footprints left in the alleys [Verse 1] Like Richie Rich said, let’s ride I can’t deny that beat super clean Pop the CD in and cruise back in the day Those were the days But hold up, let’s go further back When I was ten, growin’ up fast in West Covina Seein’ a lot of shit that a kid shouldn’t see But me and my cousins did No parental control in those days we wouldn’t get home until seven in the mornin sometimes Makin’ sure we was in bed before grandma got home or we wer dead Fuckin’ crazy, but it worked All night tearin’ up dirt, runnin’ a muck Sometimes bein’ chased by the cops one time it was SWAT, no shit We ran so fast, dippin’ and dodgin’ Jumpin’ fences, runnin’ through backyards It was hard but we got away every time What can I say [Chorus] Hit the switches, let’s go get the bitches It’s gettin’ late, there’s a California breeze flowin’ in the air Hop in my ride, let’s take a ride Cruisin’ down memory lane Hit the switches, pluggin’ bitches I-I-I started in LA, that’s where I was born, where I used to stay 626 Now I reside up north, Napa Valley 707 Both places in Cali [Bridge] West Covina to Napa Valley My footprints left in the alleys [Verse 2] My last year down there I was 14 Walkin’ home, my two cousins seen it they bounced I turn around — bam i get cracked I go flyin landed on my back by these essays that day west covina kings was there. gang Jump in their car they bounce Couldn’t hide my black eye We walked home, I said it’s fine my Grandpa was pissed at my cousins for leavin’ me that day My dudes that lived in the same hood not crip (Bloods) piru swooped me up i hopped in Four cars deep, red-raggin’ it Drove up into these projects My blood brothers had six essays lined up for me “Is this one?” I say I’m not sure, it’s okay They knocked him out anyway One by one they had to pay for fuckin’ with a little white boy Scooch from L A Few weeks later that’s when I moved to napa a city in da Bay I miss those days Great memories I must say [Chorus] Hit the switches, let’s go get the bitches It’s gettin’ late, there’s a California breeze flowin’ in the air Hop in my ride, let’s take a ride Cruisin’ down memory lane Hit the switches, pluggin’ bitches I-I-I started in LA, that’s where I was born, where I used to stay 626 Now I reside up north, Napa Valley 707 Both places in Cali [Bridge] West Covina to Napa Valley My footprints left in the alleys [Verse 3] From LA to the Bay, completely different Had a hard time gettin’ along Found a few dudes love and respect grew Became B.A.H. crew — brothers at heart Tried to start it in Napa found a Few friends and cousins with no ends from L A to the Bay A crew that eventually a lot of people knew We tagged it here, we tagged it there, we didn’t care Got into fights, this shit was heavy, nothin’ light Mexicans and whites was the only ones in this town There was two others, a couple of brothers, but that’s it Shit was crazy a few blacks I didn’t believe it, especially since I grew up with brothers The difference was north vs south northerners, southerners scraps Not Bloods, not Crips Different sets, new gangs Never seen a northerner — not in LA, no way But I met a few and got down with the northerners Red rags bangin’ But still representin’ B.A.H. crew Now these days I’m older I sit back and wonder Where did time go It came and gone like a hoe [Chorus] Hit the switches, let’s go get the bitches It’s gettin’ late, there’s a California breeze flowin’ in the air Hop in my ride, let’s take a ride Cruisin’ down memory lane Hit the switches, pluggin’ bitches I-I-I started in LA, that’s where I was born, where I used to stay (626) Now I reside up north, Napa Valley 707 Both places in Cali [Outro / Final Bridge] West Covina to Napa Valley My footprints left in the alleys Hit the switches… California breeze… Memory lane… 626 to 707… Both places in Cali ba ba beats by meats spaz This is structured as a full track: intro + 3 verses + repeating chorus/bridge that can loop. At a typical mid-tempo gangster beat (around 90–95 BPM) with the choruses and bridges, it lands right around the 4-minute mark. All the core stories, locations, crews, and lines you wrote are kept intact and just tightened for flow and structure.