[Snoop Dogg] G-Mix for Kings only (H.O, Hova) They say you can’t 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 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, (?) so I’m 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, I’m 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, 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 (?) put it back on the map 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 thats fo sho the reason why Man I don’t know so lets go cuzzz,
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[Snoop Dogg] Boss Dogg chillin, lookin like a million Yeah, nigga got it, I’ma 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 wit 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