Lyrics Hi Mom - New Beat Fund

Hi Mom

This is that G-Punk
That drifty beach funk
That junk in the trunk while you’re running over speed bumps
We get beneath ya
It’s our procedure
To get you bouncing and grinding until your teeth hurt
So tell your teacher
You did your research
You drank two 40s and then passed out on the bleachers
And when we meet ya
Order a pizza
And bring a couple blunts
Cuz we gon' Chong and Cheech ya
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We’re witty wacky motherfuckers trying to cause a little ruckus
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Parents hate but daughters love us
Fuck off if you act above us
You know you like it when our grooves get inside of you
You know you’d like to lose your mind for a night or two
We will try to cross those lines but when we go down
We go down
You know your lighters go up when you hear the sound
You know the dragon’s gonna puff when we come around
We will try to cross those lines
But when we go down
We go down together
That’s right I said it.
Together.
Don’t you forget it
No
This ain’t no Chevrolet
This ain’t no straight or gay
This ain’t no vegetables bitch
This shit’s a steak
Fat chalky bong hits
I almost vomit
And now I’m flying through space like Sally’s Comet
Then Space Invader calls
«Yo, let’s meet at Mars»
These alien bitched are fixing up our blue balls
'Tis the season
No need for refunds
The price is always right when chillin' with
New Beat Fund
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We’re witty wacky motherfuckers trying to cause a little ruckus
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Parents hate but daughters love us
Fuck off if you act above us
You know you like it when our grooves get inside of you
You know you’d like to lose your mind for a night or two
We will try to cross those lines but when we go down
We go down
You know your lighters go up when you hear the sound
You know the dragon’s gonna puff when we come around
We will try to cross those lines
But when we go down
We go down together
That’s right I said it.
Together.
Don’t you forget it.
No