If we drove cars and/or didn't get motion sickness so easily, "I punch the gas/I hit the brakes" would be our mantra. Luckily E-40 and his band of awesome dancers handled that for us in this video, with E-40 serenading the donk posse in the wispiest, sickest Keak-like flow. This is also the first time since we were in diaper-knickers that we have not been majorly cheesed out by any form of beatboxing, because this is more like some next-level space belching. But that's why we like E-40: style and substance.
