I Wanna Rock E

G-mix, for kings only, biatch! Rider bog mail. G-mix. Hey, yo. Yeah. Snoop Dogg and That's right. They say you can't spell the West without the E-S. Uh-huh, that's right. Real kings, man. Right, Ayo, Jigga. Right now. I you to take off on this Track, man. Okay, Snoop. Like only you can. You dig what I'm sayin'? Hold up. I wanna rock right now. My 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 raw base, Turn it into easy rock. Just to stay Dougie fresh, all that shit be Easy, rock. Used to chef Wake One, give fiends A ghost face. Y'all know my forte, I just Might catch a dope case. Eh, I mastered the D with connects in the West, so I'm heavy in the D. Eh, your boy still Snoop a rap. Since a pup I been corrupt and I fuck With the Dogg Pound. Eh, Roc Nation is the gang now. Uh, these dope lyrics the only thing I slang Now. I get the job done, I put the Cane down. It's no Biggie, huh, I'm just a King now. Ooh-wee. It's a problem, but sugar down. Good lookin' out, Hov. And you do know better. 2010, big Snoop Dogg at it again. Malice in Wonderland. G-mix. I was a fiend before I became a Teen. I melted cabbie sacks instead of cones of Ice cream. Crime-orientated, that's how the West was Originated. Fitted like pieces of puzzle, Complicated. I dropped a sack and tried to rap, Catch y'all. They try to bang 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 billy, put it back on the Mac. Like this, like that, while you rollin' a Fat. 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. 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, rip the ass like a oven mitt. I'm gooned up, boy, rich as fuck, Boy. Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, Boy. I'm on my Eastside, shit, I'm workin'. I got the party goin' and it's Jerkin'. My niggas all on, we rollin' out thick. Folks gettin' in, you better pick a bitch. 'Cause when I shut it down, the party over With. She call me Superman, I'm on my soldier Shit. Boss Dogg get 'em, I sick 'em and Take 'em home. West Coast, bitch, I'm on my Fuckin' throne. I'm giggin' on these hoes, do 'em Like dominoes. And slam 'em on they back and Tell 'em vamanos.