Got Beef lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, yeah
It's another one of those...
Snoop D-O-Double G, L.T. Hutton thangs
Yeah, we all off up in the hills right about now
It's about two in the morning!
I got big C-Style on the grill
EASTSIDE!!! Keepin' it way real
Dogg Dogg, LBC
Happy C-Day n*ggas

Chorus: Snoop Dogg (repeat 4X)

If you got beef, with DPG
Then holla at me, the D-O-G

Bridge: Charlie Wilson, Snoop

[C. W.] Any problems any problems you can holla at my dogg....
[S. D.] Holla, holla
[C. W.] Holla at my dogg, you could holla at my dogg, ohhhhh
Any problems any problems you could holla at my dogg
Holla at my dogg, holla at my dogg, heeeeey heeeeeeey

Chorus 1/2
[Verse 1: Jayo Felony & (Snoop Dogg)]
The life I lead
The average n*gga would have broke down a long time ago
Try to bang in a show and get slumped like The Crow
Anyday now, we gonna run at my n*gga them killas is Nathal
We see it all like night owls and we stay on the prowl
They don't wanna see me shine again
They f*ckin' with my mind again
But as soon as I finish this Heineken
I gotta go get my nine again
(It got a body on it from a party don't it?)
Yeah I been tryin' to slang it, but don't nobody want it
They can't help you with band-aids, we comin' with grenades
You ain't seen this many n*ggas in your life with diamonds and braids
I'm from the home where they get sprayed and gang related raids
f*ck y'all, that start bangin' after "Colors" was made
Let's C-walk to that, and never give me no hassle
Cause I come from one of the worst cottage in Paso

Chorus

[Verse 2: Tray Deee]
It ain't no mystery you dissin' me you dissin' my clique
And ain't no question we come steppin' straight to get in your sh*t
So why you actin' like a b*tch? Puttin' your business on wax
When we could scrap or slap a clip, if you wanted to crack
See in the pen we got a name for n*ggas runnin' they yap
Sale soldiers, roll 'em up with somethin' up in they back
Handles ours, battle scars, Shackles, guards and all
And we the last n*ggas standin' once they start to fall
Make the call, or f*ck it, just kick off the brawl
Cuz I'm ridin' with my doggs, win, lose, or draw
Dogg pound: insane, neighborhood, twenty gangin' it
And every gangsta that I hang with down to bang
Full time pull mines and I gots to bust
f*ck a pass, when I mash, anybody get touched
So make my name taste just like a di*k in your mouth
And watch the way you on my nuts when you spittin' it out
Dogghouse
Repeat Bridge

Chorus 1/4X

[Verse 3: Sylk E. Fine]
You got a muthaf*ckin' problem with my n*ggas then you got one with me
It's the S to the Y, the L, just drop three keys
As I flee, to the homie L.T.'s, to make the magic
It's those that talk, and those that make sh*t happen
So what'cha say? You wanna spit? You got beef?
D.P serve the heat, straight to the street
Honey west, I make the mission complete
Therefore them b*tches who talk that sh*t
Be them b*tches that's gettin' they ass beat

[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
Now don't come round here f*ckin' with us
Cuz on the real homeboy, we'll be f*ckin' you up
And to you b*tches who be thinking y'all could slide by
With that punk sh*t, b*tch, biddity bye bye
I f*ck a b*tch up faster than I do a n*gga
See to me, most b*tches is women but b*tch you'z a n*gga
We got rules and codes, G's and hoes
Friends and foes, ride or get rode on

Chorus 1/4x
[Snoop Dogg]
n*gga, n*gga, b*tch