Snoop Dogg - Sixx Minutes Lyrics
Intro:Yeah yeah yeah, make some mother*****in noiseYo doggy dogg youre on, live on stagePerformin tonight, excuse me doggy dogg youre onYou know! the one and onlyDon corleone, the big homey yknow meWell if its on I guess its bout timeLet me slide into this og rhymeI do mine the way I do mineAnd I takes my time when Im droppin my linesI look around, I spot mcs (and they)All in the place (and they) all wannabesTryin ta make their paper, tryin to do their thangBut to me they all tryin to say the same thangHow could you rap over *? be said what? *You aint reachin the crowd, you aint makin your factYou aint droppin lines that hit the topYou cant make the party go hip-hopAbd you cant do your thing without usin mineWe get and steal, I see youre on the grindBut ima take my time to get my point acrossAnd if you get caught up in the rap shit then got lostAnd if you get tossed its on your own, its your own faultSee I gots ta get mine, I dont try no songI just move on, groove on, try to prove onThen I do mines to do mines and ima keep on, keep on, keep onTo getcha you in a...smooth type of atmosphereSit back and pay attention yeahYou aint never heard it like thatUhh, is that right? thats right blackBut uhh,Hook:Sixx minutes (sixx minutes), sixx minutes (sixx minutes)Sixx minutes doggy dogg youre onUh uh on, uh uh onExcuse me doggy dogg youre on*repeat*I gets my hair whipped on friday, my day, why theyEven trippin on me? yeah the big homeyGamey gamey says snoop corleoneListen to me man, stay away from them phoneysIts niggas like that that get you caught up quickYou gots ta stay focussed dogg, keep your eye on your gripCos if you slip they gon getcha and they gon getcha fastThese niggas out for your money man, they tryin to get your cashI dont give a damn, you gots ta matchYou can be from the east coast and get love cos I aint trippin on your assI dont smash on niggas who are smaller than meI smash on niggas who big like the dpgcOoohwee, I getcha crazyYou gots ta have a stomach for this shit, ba-byAnd if ya dont you wont, you fake the funkSee snoop is the g in the g-funkNow dont do nothin that you cant get out of meUh uh, you know I got big love for the real gsWe make mo gs, I gots ta have itHookInterlude:I got the, I got the, I got the paperI keep ya, I keep ya, I keep ya cryinI thought ya, I thought ya knew my niggaYa better, ya better ask somebody (better ask somebody)Uh, it dont quitNow let me take my time and just get into the shitIm just driftin, so swift and smoothHow many niggas make the whole party move like I do?I cant name nobodySo sit back relax and let the dogg rock the partyAint no party like a dp partyCos everybody in the dp partys naughtyThey acts a fool, old school, new schoolEverything is everything, everybody playin coolAint no set trippin, everybody just dippin*****es gettin with niggas and niggas gettin *****esIts all superb, word to my mommaAint no drama, no need for thatYou can put your gat back in your pocketUnlock it cos snoop dogg is on the mic, I plan to rock itDont stop, (excuse me doggy dogg youre on)Hook
