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