House Shoes

Hey Snoop Dogg. Hey, hey 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 Your shoes, man? Yo, this ain't no cake walk. Cuz keep it pimpin', man I made y'all. Yo, The game played you. I'm 19 in, shinin' Swisher. Yo, cash by the bundles and bundles at wholesale. No bail, the feds tryna give me more jail. But I'm a superstar, ridin' in my supercar. 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 The Boulevard star, red carpet walker. So famous, feelin' like Amos. The police, one time can't contain us. I'm rich as a mother, ain't I? Ain't I? Yo, I'm the boss and you know that. Sin too, I sin 'bout four 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 though. Standin' on my own two, lookin' at you suckers, What you gon' do? Ballin' ain't a thing, That's what I'm gon' do. Yo, Back at 'em, the 'lac with the chandelier. With a foxy, I call her Pam Grier. This my part of town, you can't stand here. You say you gangsta? The runners gettin' ran here. Chop 'em up, sit 'em down, please don't disturb The Dogg. Ain't worth the call, and 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 barrettes. So much money on these, the city Tried to sue the set. Boss Dogg here, I go hoggin' in my own lane. In 1988, I was the whole thing. Yo, and now I'm involved with and raps. Million dollar deals, movies and countin' stacks. The critics try to fight the facts. But I'm loved everywhere and 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. turn that beat up, That bass got 'em feelin' froggy. Quit your talk, I got homies bigger than John Coffee. And they'll tear this whole place up. Got gangstas puttin' on makeup, Ya dig? Yo, the West Coast king is on The again. They in panic like, "How do we get rid Of him?" The answer is you can't, And even if you could, The ain't. Yo