Sixx Minutes Lyrics

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, make some motherfuckin' noise Yo Doggy Dogg you're on, live on stage Performin' tonight, you know who The one and only, Don Corleone The big homey you 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 all in the place, 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 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 Is that right? That's right black but
Sixx minutes, sixx minutes, sixx minutes, sixx minutes Sixx minutes Doggy Dogg you're on, on, on Excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on
Sixx minutes, sixx minutes, sixx minutes, sixx minutes Sixx minutes Doggy Dogg you're on, on, on Excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on
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 phones It's niggas like that that get you caught up quick You gots ta stay focused Dogg, keep your eye on your grip
'Cause if you slip they gonna 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 'Cause 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
Ooh wee, I get 'cha crazy You gots ta have a stomach for this shit, baby 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 You know I got big love for the real G's We make mo' G's, I gots ta have it
Sixx minutes, sixx minutes, sixx minutes, sixx minutes Sixx minutes Doggy Dogg you're on, on, on Excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on
Sixx minutes, sixx minutes, sixx minutes, sixx minutes Sixx minutes Doggy Dogg you're on, on, on Excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on
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
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 'Cause 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
Sixx minutes, sixx minutes Sixx minutes Doggy Dogg you're on, on, on Excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on
Excuse me, Excuse me, Excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on Doggy Dogg you're on