Don't stop, get it out Don't leave a brother hangin' when he's holding out, I can't believe this rock show's totally bitchin' And I know that you want to be like me But you look so out of place, And I know you got no style (style). Everybody c'mon (oh everybody) I got a raised truck that's totally bomb (oh yes) When you're hangin' with the bros, It's guarenteed, look it's your mom.
We're giving high fives to all the guys, High fives to all the guys, High fives to all the guys, Props to the homies in the field, Oh yeah, so rockin' out.
After school (after school!), parking lot (yeah!), It's party time, it's good tunes bumpin' from my truck. I can't believe we look so totally bitchin' And I know that you want to be like us But you look so out of place And I know you got no style (you got no style, man). Everybody c'mon (c'mon yeah) I got a raised truck that's totally bomb (oh yes). When you're hangin' with the bros It's guarenteed sex at the prom.
We're giving high fives to all the guys, High fives to all the guys, High fives to all the guys,
You just forgot your girlfriend even existed. Cause the bros showed up and things got totally bitchin'. Oh yeah, and we're rockin' out.
And I see you lookin' to fight, But I don't care how you're feeling tonight, You and me, let's step outside, Go, go, go go go, let's go.
Don't leave 'em hanging When you're holdin' out Unless there's something better to do.
High fives to all the guys, High fives to all the guys, High fives to all the guys....
Maybe I'll stretch my ears a little bigger, If I get a tattoo the girls will come even quicker. Oh yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah We're rockin' out. Yeah yeah we're rockin' out.
1, 2, high fives!
High fives to all the guys, High fives to all the guys, High fives to all the guys, Props to the homies in the field, When your best friend finally copped a feel.