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Snoop Dogg - I Wanna Rock (The Kings G-Mix) Lyrics

G-Mix for Kings only
(H.O, Hova)
They say you can't spell the West without the ES.


Hold up,
I wanna rock right now
My name is Hov and I came to shake the town
Yeah your boys internationally known
But I'm from the hood got a pocket full of stones
I used to cop broad bait turn it into easy rock
Just to stay Dougie fresh
All the sh-ts the easy rock
Used to chef raekwon,
Give fiends to ghost face,
Ya'll know my forte
I just might catch a dope case,
Urrrrrhhhhhhhh,

Urrrrrhhhhhhhhhhh,
The boy still snoop around since a pup I been Kurrupt
And I f-ck with the Dogg Pound
Uhhh, Roc Nation is the game now
Dope lyrics is the only thing I sling now
I get the job done, I put the kane down
It's no Biggie, huh, I'm jus the king now!


I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (SNOOP! DOGG!)
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (SNOOP! DOGG! SNOOP! DOGG!)
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now


G-Mix,
I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted cabbage sacks instead of cones of ice cream
Crimorian team, that's how the West was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzle, cut up like
I drop the sack and try to wrap yes a'll
They try to bang em and say I'm too smart
Cool because I don't get upset
I call the King of East
Catch a flight then I jet right back to the West

Where my n-ggas is at
Scoop the
Like this like that while you roll in the back
Lonely gat, haha, a hole in your back
I like the Whopper f-ck the Big Mac
Run up on the Dog my gat go click clack
And that's fo sho the reason why
Man I don't know so let's go cuzzz,




Boss Dogg chillin, lookin like a million
Yeah, nigga got it, I'm a leave it to my chil'ren
Tonight I'm on some other shit, and baby lovin it
Hella fast, grip dey ass like the oven mitt
I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as f-ck, boy!
Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy
I'm on my Eastside, sh-t I'm workin
I got the party goin, and it's jerkin
My n-ggas all long, we rollin out deck
Hoes gettin in, you betta pick a b-tch
'Cause when I shut it down, the party's over with
She call me Superman, I'm on my Soulja shit (Yooooou!)
Boss Dogg, get 'em, I sick 'em and take 'em home
West Coast b-tch, I'm on my f-ckin throne
I'm giggin on these hoes, do 'em like dominoes
And slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em vamanos
 

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