Got Beef

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 If you got beef, with DPG, Then holla at me, the D-O-G If you got beef, with DPG, Then holla at me, the D-O-G If you got beef, with DPG, Then holla at me, the D-O-G If you got beef, with DPG, Then holla at me, the D-O-G Any problems any problems you can holla at my dog Holla, holla Holla at my dogg, you could holla at my dogg, oh Any problems any problems you could holla at my dog, Holla at my dogg, holla at my dog, hey hey [Chorus] If you got beef, with DPG, Then holla at me, the D-O-G If you got beef, with DPG, Then holla at me, the D-O-G The life I lead The average nigga 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 nigga them killers is Nathal We see it all like night owls and we stay on the prowl They don't wanna see me shine again They fucking 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 niggas in your life with diamonds and braids I'm from the home where they get sprayed and gang related raids Fuck 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: x2] 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 shit So why you actin' like a bitch? 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 niggas 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 niggas standin' once they start to fall Make the call, or fuck 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 Fuck a pass, when I mash, anybody get touched So make my name taste just like a dick in your mouth And watch the way you on my nuts when you spittin' it out Dogghouse Any problems any problems you can holla at my dog Holla, holla Holla at my dogg, you could holla at my dogg, oh Any problems any problems you could holla at my dog, Holla at my dogg, holla at my dog, hey hey If you got beef, with DPG, Then holla at me, the D-O-G You got a muthafuckin' problem with my niggas 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 shit 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 bitches who talk that shit Be them bitches that's gettin' they ass beat Now don't come round here fuckin' with us Cause on the real homeboy, we'll be fuckin' you up And to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by With that punk shit, bitch, biddity bye bye I fuck a bitch up faster than I do a nigga See to me, most bitches is women but bitch you'se a nigga We got rules and codes, G's and hoes Friends and foes, ride or get rode on If you got beef, with DPG, Then holla at me, the D-O-G Nigga, nigga, bitch