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Five Fingers of Funk 的热门歌曲
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出演艺人
Five Fingers of Funk
表演者
作曲和作词
Peter Aaron Ho
词曲作者
Tim Cook
词曲作者
Curt Bieker, ASCAP
词曲作者
Ted Hille, BMI
词曲作者
Josh Prewett, BMI
词曲作者
Steve Mitchell
词曲作者
Neuman Talbott Guthrie, BMI
词曲作者
Allan Price Redd, BMI
词曲作者
William Stoddard Smith, BMI
词曲作者
制作和工程
Pete Miser
制作人
Amy Dragon
母带工程师
Sëan Norton
工程师
Chill Lavill
工程师
歌词
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
Writer(s): Allan Price Redd, Curt Bieker, Josh Prewett, Mcdannell James Brown, Neuman Talbott Guthrie, Peter Aaron Ho, Steve Mitchell, Ted Hille, Tim Cook, William Stoddard Smith
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