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

rate me

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