[Snoop Dogg]
Some of 'em lie about the shit they got and what they do on the block
Some of 'em lie about the guns they pop
But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
So many niggas wanna play but still got dues to pay
Some of 'em gotta beg a bitch to stay
But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
Now this is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H's
And the G's puttin' work in overseas
At ease with the doggy, and smoke some weed
Fuck it, if my nigga detoxing, it's more for me
Baby, this is presidential really
A pocket full of women understanding how I'm living
Show them hos how you winning
It's the beginning with the pearls you're given
The world soft like linen and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper and the Benz and the cribs
Then the hos, then the clothes, I'm a have to let 'em go
You know how the dog roll, don't get it twisted
Cause he bang out the east just in case you wanna visit
A touch of the exquisite, mixed with somethin' pimpish
And it's comin' from the beach where them niggaz is a beast
But I just listen; all that shit is in my past
I'm connected to the purse first, nigga, the ass last
From Long Beach to Venice is the premise
Want the green like spinach, and I'm strong to the finish

[Chorus]
See, me, man, I'm nothin' like you
I got the kinda swagger that you ain't used to
I'm leanin' in my ride, fo' fifth, cock bangin'
Me, I'm ridin' by ya on the corner, block slangin'
I'm livin' that boss' life (life)
The hos come runnin' when they see me comin'
I'm livin' that boss' life (life)
You can have anything, just don't fuck with my money (my money)

[Snoop Dogg]
This is for the West, and the East, and the Dirty South
Khaki's and them Tim's, and them niggas with the platinum mouths
Thinkin' that they blessed by the actions that be comin' out
When you in Magic City, you be carrying a lot of clout
But trickin' ain't the route (route) that's even if you got it
There's a method to you holdin' it when they can't do without it
Just put the P up in it, nigga, if she 'bout it
You can have her and her partner, fuckin' with it for a dollar
If she a balla, she gon' ride with a short caller
Roll with the boss dog in the back of a blue Impala
And if she follow, then she gon' swallow
All the game you got to give her, be a different bitch tomorrow
But I would never bother breakin' out (Tha Doggfather)
'Less I knew that she was 'bout him havin' diamonds on his collar
I'm just an author, spreading game to my partners
Walkin' on the blue carpet with the doctor (doctor)

[Chorus]

Writer : THIAM, ALIAUNE / BROADUS, CALVIN / SMITH, TREVOR / CURRY, TRACY / LAMB, DOMINICK / BENTON, STANLEY / CAMON, DAVID
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.