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)