The Fight Song!
fuckin' time and time again
it's time to find out, who's not your friend
cuz when the party comes to an end
it's time to go, but where to begin
first you got those little sluts
the no good fucks trying to get you up
but you cant get hard from a happy little retard
a coked out bitch tryin to pull your card
make the switch and head for the car
snitches, bitches, witches, and farts
they make the parties, what they are
thats why we gotta get really far
fuck the bullshit, keep it real
gimme homies, 40's, you know the deal
no need for drama or a fuckin 5th wheel
it's time to party, so cop a feel!
chorus:
chi chi chi, till you die
put your beer bong, to the sky
a cop rolls up, ya got blood shot eyes
tell em chi chi chi, and he'll know why
grab the beer bong, and the peace pipe
drive the car, party tonight
chi chi chi, until you die
throw that x up, while your drivin by
throw that x up into the sky
throw that x up into the sky
throw that x up into the sky
throw that x up throw that x up
next you got those little punks
the hardcore thugs, that got you bugged
they think they're somethin', let em' fuck up
show em' whats comin', cuz we're all crunked
we all roll up, in all white caddies
just call em' your bitch, who's your daddy
when they attack, you know, we got, your back
