Yeah yeah yeah, make some motherfucking noise Yo Doggy Dogg you're on, live on stage Performing tonight, excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on You know! The one and only Don Corleone, the big homey why'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 Trying ta make their paper, trying to do their thang But to me they all trying to say the same thang How could you rap over "be said what?" You ain't reaching the crowd, you ain't makin your fact You ain't dropping lines that hit the top You can't make the party go hip-hop And 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 [Chorus: x2] 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 I gets my hair whipped on Friday, my day, why they Even tripping 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 focused Dogg, keep your eye on your grip Cause 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 'cause I ain't tripping on your ass I don't smash on niggas who are smaller than me I smash on niggas who big like the DPGC 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 nothing 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 [Chorus: x2] I got the, I got the, I got the paper I keep ya, I keep ya, I keep ya crying 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 drifting, 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 playing cool Ain't no set tripping, everybody just dipping Bitches getting with niggas and niggas getting 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 'cause Snoop Dogg is on the mic, I plan to rock it Don't stop, (excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on) [Chorus: x2]