Sixx Minutes

[intro:]

Yeah yeah yeah, make some motherfuckin noise

Yo doggy dogg you're on, live on stage

Performin tonight, excuse me doggy dogg you're on

You know! the one and only

Don corleone, the big homey y'know me

Well if it's on i guess it's bout time

Let me slide into this og rhyme

I do mine the way i do mine

And i takes my time when i'm droppin my lines

I look around, i spot mc's (and they)

All in the place (and they) all wannabe's

Tryin ta make their paper, tryin to do their thang

But to me they all tryin to say the same thang

How could you rap over *?be said what?*

You ain't reachin the crowd, you ain't makin your fact

You ain't droppin lines that hit the top

You can't make the party go hip-hop

Abd you can't do your thing without usin mine

We get and steal, i see you're on the grind

But i'ma take my time to get my point across

And if you get caught up in the rap shit then got lost

And if you get tossed it's on your own, it's your own fault

See i gots ta get mine, i don't try no song

I just move on, groove on, try to prove on

Then i do mines to do mines and i'ma keep on, keep on, keep on

To get'cha you in a...smooth type of atmosphere

Sit back and pay attention yeah

You ain't never heard it like that

Uhh, is that right? that's right black

But uhh,

[hook:]

Sixx minutes (sixx minutes), sixx minutes (sixx minutes)

Sixx minutes doggy dogg you're on

Uh uh on, uh uh on

Excuse me doggy dogg you're on

[repeat]

I gets my hair whipped on friday, my day, why they

Even trippin on me? yeah the big homey

Gamey gamey says "snoop corleone

Listen to me man, stay away from them phoneys

It's niggas like that that get you caught up quick

You gots ta stay focussed dogg, keep your eye on your grip

Cos if you slip they gon' get'cha and they gon' get'cha fast

These niggas out for your money man, they tryin to get your cash"

I don't give a damn, you gots ta match

You can be from the east coast and get love cos i ain't trippin on your ass

I don't smash on niggas who are smaller than me

I smash on niggas who big like the dpgc

Ooohwee, i get'cha crazy

You gots ta have a stomach for this shit, ba-by

And if ya don't you won't, you fake the funk

See snoop is the g in the g-funk

Now don't do nothin that you can't get out of me

Uh uh, you know i got big love for the real g's

We make mo' g's, i gots ta have it

[hook]

[interlude:]

I got the, i got the, i got the paper

I keep ya, i keep ya, i keep ya cryin

I thought ya, i thought ya knew my nigga

Ya better, ya better ask somebody (better ask somebody)

Uh, it don't quit

Now let me take my time and just get into the shit

I'm just driftin, so swift and smooth

How many niggas make the whole party move like i do?

I can't name nobody

So sit back relax and let the dogg rock the party

Ain't no party like a dp party

Cos everybody in the dp party's naughty

They acts a fool, old school, new school

Everything is everything, everybody playin cool

Ain't no set trippin, everybody just dippin

Bitches gettin with niggas and niggas gettin bitches

It's all superb, word to my momma

Ain't no drama, no need for that

You can put your gat back in your pocket

Unlock it cos snoop dogg is on the mic, i plan to rock it

Don't stop, (excuse me doggy dogg you're on)

[hook]