Hi Mom - New Beat Fund

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.

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