Lyrics

This is that G-Punk That drifty beach funk That junk in the trunk while you're running over speed bumps We get beneath ya It's our procedure To get you bouncing and grinding until your teeth hurt So tell your teacher You did your research You drank two 40s and then passed out on the bleachers And when we meet ya Order a pizza And bring a couple blunts Cuz we gon' Chong and Cheech ya Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh We're witty wacky motherfuckers trying to cause a little ruckus Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Parents hate but daughters love us Fuck off if you act above us You know you like it when our grooves get inside of you You know you'd like to lose your mind for a night or two We will try to cross those lines but when we go down We go down You know your lighters go up when you hear the sound You know the dragon's gonna puff when we come around We will try to cross those lines But when we go down We go down together That's right I said it. Together. Don't you forget it No This ain't no Chevrolet This ain't no straight or gay This ain't no vegetables bitch This shit's a steak Fat chalky bong hits I almost vomit And now I'm flying through space like Sally's Comet Then Space Invader calls "Yo, let's meet at Mars" These alien bitched are fixing up our blue balls 'Tis the season No need for refunds The price is always right when chillin' with New Beat Fund Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh We're witty wacky motherfuckers trying to cause a little ruckus Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Parents hate but daughters love us Fuck off if you act above us You know you like it when our grooves get inside of you You know you'd like to lose your mind for a night or two We will try to cross those lines but when we go down We go down You know your lighters go up when you hear the sound You know the dragon's gonna puff when we come around We will try to cross those lines But when we go down We go down together That's right I said it. Together. Don't you forget it. No