Pump Ya Brakes - Will Smith, Snoop Dogg

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