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