snoop dogg - I wanna rock (G-King remix)FT.Jay Z/w lyrics

[Snoop Dogg] G-Mix for Kings only (H.O, Hova) They say you cant spell the West without the ES. [Jay-Z] Hold up, I wanna rock right now My name is Hov and I came to shake the town yeah your boys internationally known but Im from the hood got a pocket full of stones I used to cop Rob Bass 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, yall know my forte I just might catch a dope case, Urrrrrhhhhhhhh, I mastered the d with connects in midwest so Im heavy in the d 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 Its no Biggie, huh, Im jus the king now! [Chorus: Sample of "It Takes Two" by Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock] (Crowd Chanting) 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 [Snoop Dogg] G-Mix, I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted cabbage sacks instead of cones of ice cream Crimorian team, thats how the West was originated fitted like pieces of puzzle, complicated I drop the sack and try to wrap yes all they try to bang em and say Im too smart cool because I dont 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 (?) put it back on the map like this like that while you roll in the back lyrics courtesy of Killerhiphop.com 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 thats fo sho the reason why Man I dont know so lets go cuzzz, [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Boss Dogg chillin, lookin like a million Yeah, nigga got it, Ima leave it to my chilren Tonight Im on some other shit, and baby lovin it Hella fast, grip dey ass like the oven mitt Im gooned up, boy! Rich as f-ck, boy! Black and gold brakes, thats my truck, boy Im on my Eastside, sh-t Im workin I got the party goin, and its 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 partys over wit She call me Superman, Im on my Soulja shit (Yooooou!) Boss Dogg, get em, I sick em and take em home West Coast b-tch, Im on my f-ckin throne Im giggin on these hoes, do em like dominoes And slam em on they back, and tell em vamanos [Chorus] [End]