Lyrics
Verse 1.
SNOOP DOGG
Vogue tires, Dayton wires, we got the kind of shit, that keeps the world on fire, we blow trees,
count G's, so get in how ya live, from the streets, to the suites, nigga I'm Executive, I give to the
needy, as I run with the greedy, I split in half, like a mutha fuckin beetie, nigga with that West
Coast slide, we coast like a tray all day, down M.L.K., with a bitch in the back, breaking up the
blunt for my mutha fuckin sack, pass my yac, where you at?, bring the strap, an ah, turn up the
music, you know hows we dues it, Dog House, no doubt, No Limit nigga, we use to get 7, but
now it's 8 figures, get what your worth, an I'm worth about that, acting bad on they ass, with this
come back!
Chorus
MIKELLE
They Bosses, Bosses, Ballers, Ballers, Executives, Shot Callers, Shot Callers, buying
buisnesses, buying buisnesses, they owning um, they owning um, puffin on purple, plum
plutonium.
Verse 2.
PLAYBOY W.
It's Playboy D U double B, Mac Dre, and Snoop D O double G, fits be funky, chips be chunky,
girls go wild an lick each others monkey, doing it big for Lap Dance, doggy style, it's raining
game in the bay man, soggy style, I'm executive, off the hook and the handle, an I don't want
nothing, unless it's something substantial, if I had 50 cents, for every sack I slung, I'd be the
richest man, from Rosa to Kingdom Come, hitting the rays, sideways, everyday, in a daze,
manicuring White Widow, Cali-O, and Purple Haze, It's crazy, the way we mutha fuckin be,
Ghetto Heisman, that skipidy, skip, skip, like Dubb C, Executive with the master thinka, I'll
show you how to get paid, and dodge the clinka!
Verse 2.
MAC DRE
I'm the Boss, the owner, head Honcho, stack chips, cheesed up, call me Nacho, I'm not your
run of the mill, I'm the king of the hill, you see, the bling in my grill, I keep it elegant, stay hella
bent, If it ain't about money, boy it's irrelevent, hella tint on the windows, of my Benzo, people
see my rims, say can I spin those?, game tight, if shit ain't right, I go maney, I'm the black
Bobby Knight, I'm the coach, always pullin on a roach, pull your pads out people start fillin them
with notes, I'm chillin with my folks, on the coast in Cali, where niggas get tight, might yoke a Mali,
I'm the Chief, Executive, Officer ho, Mac Dre, C.E.O.!
