Brake Fluid (Biiittch Pump Yo Brakes) lyrics

Woman: Ya baby
Snoop: Ya playa
Woman: Ya baby
Snoop: That's some real pimp sh*t right here
Snoop: These b*tches is outta line man
Man: What's the matter dog you can't control your b*tches?
Snoop: Check this out man

(chorus: kokane)
I got b*tches all in my game that don't even know my name
Then pump your brakes, you hoes
Biotch!
You could talk all day behind my back, but won't say sh*t in my face
Then pump your brakes, you hoes
Biotch!
You are the one, you are the one
You are the one, you are the one, you are the one, whooo
You are sexy, sexy, sexy, you are so sexy
You are the one, you are the one
You are the one, you are the one, you are the one, whoo-oo
You are sexy, sexy, sexy, hmmm

[Snoop]
Carla, Darla, Charlene and Camina
Tereka and Erika, they love to take care of a
Real motherf*cker from the DPG
Keesha, Resha, Tammy and Renesha
I appreciate the way y'all skate
When the clock hit eight
Now April and Kate
Y'all be doin' too much
Running your mouths
f*ckin sh*t up, you gotta get up
Cus I done had enough
Getting sick and tired of the same stuff
You told Kamil and she told Karla
And she told April and now they all know
But I could give a f*ck 'cus all y'all my hoes
So, all that confronting the real n*gga on site
Today is today, last night was last night
As I leaned with my hand on my balls
I had to really check these b*tches and tell 'em like this dog
(chorus)

[Snoop]
Nina do this and Tina do that
Sabrina, Sakina, n*gga them all my hood rats
Back in the days when I was on the block
At an early age man, I was on the c*ck
Non-stop, I beat it up and tell that b*tch to get ghost
(They be like hot butter on a breakfast toast)
Hollarin' out, poppin' a collar out
And talkin' sh*t on the phone to me at my baby-mama's house
(who's she?) Look here b*tch do you know who the f*ck I am
You better read your motherf*ckin' press telegram
You remind me of this b*tch that used to work for me
Had to cut the b*tch up 'cus she tried to get too close to me
And tried to confront me at a club one night
f*ckin' with her friend, a fake b*tch (Is that right?)
But you know I had to stop and I paused
And I put my hand on my balls and said check this out, dog

(chorus)

[Snoop]
I got my own spot and I got my own keys
So can't no b*tch talk sh*t to me
Like Kiki did me, b*tch changed the locks
And kicked me up outta spot
I learned a lesson, I wasn't guessin' or stressin'
I got another b*tch and she was at the convalescent home
She said she needed a companion
sh*t I needed a chaperone plus a new home
Snap, crack, it's on
But in no time at all seems she fell in love
But I wasn't ready for that
Topcat had to scat
I hit her friend from the back
While she was at work workin'
I was j*rkin' that skirt
And f*ckin with all her friends that was flirtin'
And when she found out she told me that that sh*t hurt (boo-hoo)
A week later she f*cked my homeboy Kurt
b*tch you a'int sh*t but dirt for dirt (biotch!)
(chorus x2)

(shoop)
This is a sexy b*tch

{*Music fades out*}