I Wanna Rock (The Kings G‐mix)
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G-Mix, for kings only
Right about now, hehehehehe
G-Mix (H-O), yeah
Snoop Dogg and Hov (That's right)
They say you can't spell the West without the E-S
(Uh-huh, that's right)
Real kings, man (Right, right)
Ayo, Jigga (Haha, right now)
I want you to take off on this track, man (Okay, Snoop)
Like only you can, you dig what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Hold up, I wanna rock right now
The name is Hov and I came to shake the town
Yeah, your boy's internationally known
But I'm from the hood, got a pocket full of stones
I used to cop Rob Base, turn it into EZ Rock
Just to stay Doug E. Fresh, all that shit's an easy prop
Used to Chef Wok, give fiends a Ghostface
Y'all know my forte, I just might catch a drug case
Ugh, I mastered the G
With connects in the Midwest so I'm heavy in the D
Ugh, your boy still Snoop around
Since a pup, I've been corrupt and I fuck with Tha Dogg Pound
Ugh, Roc Nation is the gang now
Some dope lyrics the only thing I slang now
I get the job done, I put the gat down
It's no Biggie, huh, I'm just a king now
All the Westside now, West, Westside now
All the Westside now, West, Westside now
All the Westside now, West, Westside now
All the Westside now, West, Westside now
Ooh-wee, it's a problem
But Jigga down, good lookin' out, Hov
Haha, and you do know that
2010, Big Snoop Dogg at it again
"Malice N Wonderland"
G-Mix, I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted cocaine instead of cones of ice cream
Crime orientated, that's how the West was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzle, complicated
I dropped the sack and tried to rap, yes, y'all
They tried to shit on me and say that I'm too small
Cool, 'cause I don't get upset
I call the king of the East, catch a flight, then I jet
Right back to the West where my niggas is at
Scoop the dilly, put it back on the map
Like this, like that, while you rollin' a Back'
Loadin' your gat, pop, pop a hole in your back
I like the Whopper, fuck the Big Mac
Run up on the Dogg, my gat go click-clack
And that's for sure
The reason why, man, I don't know, so let's go, cuz
All the Westside now, West, Westside now
All the Westside now, West, Westside now
All the Westside now, West, Westside now
All the Westside now, West, Westside now
Boss Dogg chillin', lookin' like a million
Yeah, a nigga got it, I'ma leave it to my children
Tonight, I'm on some other shit and baby lovin' it
Hella fast, blow a nigga like a oven mitt
I'm goofed up, boy, rich as fuck, boy
Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy
I'm on my Eastside, nigga, I'm workin'
I got the party goin' and it's jerkin'
My niggas all on, we rollin' out thick
Bitches gettin' in, you better pick a bitch
'Cause when I shut it down, the party's over with
She call me Superman, I'm on my soul shit
Boss Dogg get 'em, I stick 'em and take 'em home
West Coast bitch, I'm on my fuckin' throne
I'm giggin' on these niggas, do 'em like dominos
And slam 'em on they back and tell 'em, "Vámonos"
All the Westside now, West, Westside now
All the Westside now, West, Westside now
All the Westside now, West, Westside now
All the Westside now, West, Westside now
All the Westside now