My Mom's Prius

718 to 503 That's right, Brooklyn Portland, stand up I live in Brooklyn but when I come home to visit I stay at my mom's crib, but when I wanna kick it I borrow her whip and dip out into traffic It's like magic pulling females like a magnet I roll slow through the Portland streets Southwest to Northeast creep through like a beast All the homies stop and stare when I'm out there Gas mileage hella good so I don't care My mom's Prius, my mom's Prius Gangstas wanna be me when they see me in the Prius My mom's Prius, my mom's Prius Ladies wanna meet me when they see me in the Prius Aw, man, you all the way Oh, see I know you didn't just Ay, not the Prius? The Prius though? I mean, you all the way custom Look, ay, look, ay Them 13's? They don't even gotta be clean and you killin' 'em Ah, the Prius No, you didn't You don't even need no sunroof You hard top, I see you All white exterior, standard rims Cloth interior, plastic trim Hit the Fred Meyer, no bags for Pete Mom keeps 30 shopping bags in the back seat I'm a boss, let me floss, barely any exhaust Stop a half a mile away to let pedestrians cross Still got a Obama sticker on the back bumper And a pack of handi wipes that she bought last summer Fast and Furious, Multnomah Drift Probably couldn't hit 60 if it fell off a cliff I don't even care, dog I just turn up the beats As I creep through the 'hood bumpin' OPB, yeah My mom's Prius, my mom's Prius Gangstas wanna be me when they see me in the Prius My mom's Prius, my mom's Prius Ladies wanna meet me when they see me in the Prius Rollin' down the strip in a hybrid Engine on electric nearly silent I could ride 'til the end of time (vroom-vroom) But I told my mom I'd be back by nine (nine o'clock) Rollin' down the strip in a hybrid Engine on electric nearly silent I could ride 'til the end of time But I told my mom I'd be back by nine (nine o'clock, mom) Ah, okay, you got the window rolled down I mean, hey, get on the treble That's that custom The treble's nice, man I mean, you know, it ain't gotta slap like that Ay, the Obama sticker though? That's my president Ay, is that? Is that? That ain't candy paint That's natural white I see it No, he didn't Damn! I'll be damned! Not the, the Prius though? Not the Prius! Aw, you're killing me I mean like, can't nobody even hear you Like, you turn the beat down? It's like Dracula creepin' up Man, you in the Prius I see you