House Shoes

Ay, Snoop Dogg
 Ay-ay-ay, Snoop Dogg
 We the people wanna know
 What's it like to be a boss, man?
 I mean, what's it really like to walk in yo' shoes, man?
 (Yo) This ain't no cake walk -
 Your cuz keep it pimpin' man I made y'all -
 (Yo) The game played you -
 I'm 19 in, - and a Swisher
 (Yo) Cash by the bundles and bundles at wholesale
 No bail the feds tryin to give me mo' jail
 But I'm a superstar, ridin' in my super car
 Ponytail swangin', - lookin' super hard
 (Yo) I wake up every day and blow a -
 Count -, contraband on my HIP
 Outstanding with my pimp hand, handing me my GRIP
 Outlandish on my tip like - this -
 (Yo) The bouelvard star, red carpet walker
 So famous, feelin' like Amos
 - the police, one time cain't contain us
 I'm rich as a mother- ain't I? Ain't I?
 (Yo) I'm the boss and you know that
 Send two I send 'bout fo' back, dead
 (Yo) Don't let the names do you wrong
 I'm so involved with the heat I need meds
 (Yo) My whole life is like a video
 I make good music like really doe
 Standin on my own two, lookin' at you suckers, what'chu gon' do?
 (Shh) Ballin' ain't a thing that's what I'm gon' do
 (Yo) Back at 'em, the 'llac with a chandelier
 With a foxy -, I call her Pam Grier
 (Yo) This my part of town, you can't stand here
 You say you gangster? The Runners gettin' ran here
 Chop 'em up, sit 'em down, please don't disturb the Dogg
 Ain't worth the call, - I ain't even heard of y'all
 The nerve of y'all, to face what you can't see
 I don't give a - who went down, he ain't me
 (Yo) Khakis creased, All Stars, blue barette
 So much money on him - the city tried to sue the set
 Boss Dogg, here I go, hoggin' in my own lane
 In 1988, I was - up the whole thang
 (Yo) And now I'm involved with - raps
 Million dollar deals, movies and countin' stacks
 The critics try to fight the facts
 But I'm loved everywhere, go and fight that
 (Yo) I think they love it when I'm trippin'
 That pop - make it hard to listen
 (Yo) But when it sounds like this
 It make a - wanna pop his clip in, now listen
 (Yo) Turn that beat up, that bass got 'em feelin' froggy
 Quit your talk, I got homies bigger than John Coffey
 (Yo) And they'll tear this whole place up
 Got gangsters puttin' on makeup, ya dig?
 (Yo) The West coast king is on his - again
 They in panic like "How do we get rid of him?"
 The answer is you can't
 And even if you could, then - ain't
 (Yo)