Текст песни House Shoes - Snoop Dogg

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)