My Mom’s Prius Songtext
von Five Fingers of Funk

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