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,
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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
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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)