D.N.A (Drugs-N-Alkahol)

[Intro] Drugs-N-Alkahol baby! Ahhh! Uhh.. mm that's funky.. ohh! [Verse 1: Xzibit] Huh, I'm Mr. What-The-Fuck-You-Looking-At I'm Mr. Quick-To-Run-And-Get-The-Gat Treat you like the hoods like a diplomat Xzibit used to push a 'llac, now I'm Range Roving Takin over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah Enemies fall like October Restless standing tall like a soldier We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular phones Cut to the bone, celebrating "Dre Day" Love it or leave it alone (ha hah) Just consider me the heir to the throne The lifestyle of the savage and well known protecting my owns Rolling stone bringing it home, time for transition Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missing Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive By any means, retreating to the Philippines To meditate, liftin train like a heavyweight Hit you and run with a California license plate [Hook: Xzibit & Snoop] When y'all niggas stop acting like bitches Bitches stop actin' like niggas we can all clock figures Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick They all on my dick, FUCK THAT SHIT! When y'all bitches stop acting like niggas Niggas stop acting like bitches we can all get riches Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick FUCK THAT SHIT! We can all get rich! [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Doggy Dogg is 'bout to blow up All.. these Snoop Dogg haters need to slow up, show nuff Know what? X, the game is getting slower But I'm speedin 'em up and leaving 'em I'm bucking 'em util they bleeding bruh Hold up, FUCK THAT, you trying to get swoll up By the mic controller, clip reloader Frozen exposure, Cordozar the Composer Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts Fuck him up, cross him out, then toss him out With the stamp on his head, nigger Dogghouse Nigga I'm universal cracking Down South (ya heard?) Popping my collar with my dick in your girl's mouth, ha ha You act like a dude you get smashed on fool Loud-mouth bitches with your fucked up attitudes Nappy-head hoes, worse than bitch niggas I treat 'em all the same, bitch check your game! [Hook] [Verse 3: Xzibit] With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss I don't pop Cryst', but will pop a nigga with this Made my way to the top of the list, raised your fifth Anything to keep it moving make it harder to hit We survive when you thought we was finished and done Looking over my cold shoulder is Attila the Hun The Gatling gun, guillotine, Don King's American Dream Since sixteen, shoulda been a marine Making the whole scene collapse, millennium raps Why fight for scraps, relax and take the whole plate with ya The penny pitcher with a whole lot of come and get ya You gettin' my picture or do I have to let 'em hit ya? HUAHH! Feel the adrenaline rush whenever I bust Got eyes in back of my head The people the I trust is just like me Full of spite with very large appetites I'm too complex to break down in black and white [Hook] [Outro: Snoop Dogg] (AH-AHHH!) Nigga, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahhh Yes.. X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-muthafuckin-G, OOOH-WEE! Ahh.. this shit funky right here my nigga Yeah, Open Bar nigga, we getting fucked up Three, four in the morning, ain't no time limits Huh huh, you ain't trying to hotbox with us nigga Roll some X, y'know! Ahh.. niggas, bitches, niggas, bitches Niggas, bitches, niggas, bitches Niggas, bitches, niggas, bitches Niggas, bitches, niggas, bitches Niggas, bitches, niggas, bitches Niggas, bitches, niggas, it's all the same though