Lyrics Pump Ya Brakes - Will Smith, Snoop Dogg

Pump Ya Brakes

Snoop Dogg, Big Will
Ay lil' homey you need to Real talk, we came to have a good time
We ain’t got all that time for all that
Man homey look
Now slide right, and just
Wanna holla at you in a minute
F’real, ha ha All this excess, stress I can’t take it Slow that thing down, pump ya brakes kid
Why you gotta be all up in the face kid?
The AVS’ll get you numbers and a name, kid
I mean really, houndin on girl
Was that really necessary, see your itinerary
is all awe, you need to be hauled off
She start flippin, she ain’t trippin, it’s your loss
This a simple case of a anti-brake pumper
You don’t have to talk to women bumper to bumper
That mighta got you a couple numbers when you were younger
But dude switch your whole approach, that ain’t proper
Be a gentlemen and try to be gentle man
The essence of stimulation mental man
But if you actin like you just got out a kennel man
Put your foot on the pedal and, pump
If your girl in your face and she out of place
What you need to tell her is Now if you out but your girls they pressin you hard
What you need to tell 'em is Now if you underage and you actin all grown
What you need to do is
If you offended by this record and you know it’s you
What you need to do is
Outside the restaurant, girl sees boys
Girl likes boy, girl meets boy (boy)
Boy doesn’t know that girl thinks he’s fly (fly)
Boy’s a nice guy so boy says hi (hi)
Boy’s girlfriend returns from goin to park
She sees them together this ignites a spark (what?)
Boy’s girlfriend has a real loud bark
Now this is where the pumping of the brake should start
Girlfriend thinks that somethin’s goin on Girl tells girlfriend nuttin’s goin on Boy in the middle of the commotion beginnin
Girlfriend mad cause boy keeps grinnin
Now why is he grinnin?
But that’s beside the point
Girlfriend she chill 'fore they rolled up in the joint
Jumpin to conclusions get you nowhere honey
Pump ya brakes and be a crash test dummy
Rule #1, is just like 2
The who-dos and what-nots and what you should dizzoo
No loud talkin, no back talkin
If you do either believe it you back walkin
I hate to sound rude but then again I have to My rap bang and my mack game it’ll smack you
Click-clack you, spit at you
I don’t do it cause I want to, I do it cause I GAT to I gotta question to ask you
Would you fall, stand tall, ball, or let him smash you?
If I was you, and you was I Would you keep it G, or would you stay fly?
If you was rich, in a ditch, livin low, would you push the button
keep it cuttin, or would you just let it go?
Calm down lil' homey
And know what you dealin wit before you run up on me