Scott Storch - Brake Fluid lyrics

Woman: Ya baby Snoop: Ya playa Woman: Ya baby Snoop: That's some real pimp sh** right here Snoop: These b**hes is outta line man Man: What's the matter dog you can't control your b**hes? Snoop: Check this out man (chorus: kokane) I got b**hes 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** 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 s**y, s**y, s**y, you are so s**y You are the one, you are the one You are the one, you are the one, you are the one, whoo-oo You are s**y, s**y, s**y, hmmm [Snoop] Carla, Darla, Charlene and Camina Tereka and Erika, they love to take care of a Real motherf**er 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**in sh** 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** 'cus all y'all my hoes So, all that confronting the real n***a 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**hes and tell 'em like this dog (chorus) [Snoop] Nina do this and Tina do that Sabrina, Sakina, n***a them all my hood rats Back in the days when I was on the block At an early age man I was on the co*k Non-stop, I beat it up and tell that b**h to get going (They be like hot bu*ter on a breakfast toast) Hollarin' out, poppin' a collar out And talkin' sh** on the phone to me at my baby-mama's house (who's she?) Look here b**h do you know who the f** I am You better read your motherf**in' press telegram You remind me of this b**h that used to work for me Had to cut the b**h up 'cus she tried to get too close to me And tried to confront me at a club one night f**in' with her friend, a fake b**h (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**h talk sh** to me Like Kiki did me, b**h changed the locks And kicked me up outta spot I learned a lesson, I wasn't guessin' or stressin' I got another b**h and she was at the convalescent home She said she needed a companion sh** 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 jerkin' that skirt And f**in with all her friends that was flirtin' And when she found out she told me that that sh** hurt (boo-hoo) A week later she f**ed my homeboy Kurt b**h you a'int sh** but dirt for dirt (biotch!) (chorus x2) (shoop) This is a s**y b**h {*Music fades out*}