| Lyrics: | 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 |
