D.n.a (drugs-n-alkahol) Lyrics

D.n.a (drugs-n-alkahol)

[X] Drugs-N-Alkahol baby! Ahhh!
[S] Uhh.. mm that's funky..
ohh!

[Xzibit]
Huh, I'm Mr. What-The-Fuck-You-Lookin-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 Rovin'
Takin over
never sober, bear witness like Jehovah
Enemies fall like October
Restless
standin tall like a soldier
We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular
phones
cut to the bone, celebratin "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 protectin my owns
Rolling stone bringin it home, time
for transition
Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin
Look
into my eyes, all you see is will to survive
by any means, retreatin to the
Phillipines
to meditate, liftin train like a heavyweight
Hit you and run
with a California license plate

[Chorus: Xzibit + Snoop]
[X] When
y'all niggaz stop actin like bitches
[X] bitches stop actin like niggaz we
can all clock figures
[S] Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick
[S] They all
on my dick, FUCK THAT SHIT!
[X] When y'all bitches stop actin like
niggaz
[X] niggaz stop actin like bitches we can all get riches
[S] Hoes
on my dick, niggaz on my dick
[S] FUCK THAT SHIT! We can all get
rich!

[Snoop Dogg]
Doggy Dogg is bout to blow up
All.. these Snoop
Dogg haters need to slow up, sho' nuff
Know what? X, the game is gettin
slower
but I'm speedin 'em up and leavin 'em
I'm buckin 'em til they
bleedin bruh
Hold up, FUCK THAT, you tryin to get swoll up
by the mic
controller, clip reloader
Frozen exposure, Cordoza 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, nigga Dogghouse
Nigga I'm universal
crackin Down South (ya heard?)
Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl's
mouth, ha ha
You act like a dude you get smashed on fool
Loudmouth
bitches with your fucked up attitudes
Nappy-head hoes, worse than bitch
niggaz
I treat 'em all the same, bitch check yo'
game!

[Chorus]

[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 movin make it harder to hit
We survive when you thought we was
finished and done
Lookin over my cold shoulder is Attila the Hun
The
gatling gun, guillotine, Don King's American Dream
Since sixteen, shoulda
been a marine
Makin the whole scene collapse, millenium raps
Why fight
for scraps, relax and take the whole plate witcha
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

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
(AH-AHHH!) Niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah yeah, ahhh
Yes.. X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-motherfuckin-G,
OOOH-WEE!
Ahh.. this shit funky right here my nigga
Yeah, +Open Bar+
nigga, we gettin fucked up
Three four in the morning, ain't no time
limits
Huh huh, you ain't tryin to hotbox with us nigga
Roll some X,
y'know!
Ahh.. niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz,
bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz,
bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches
Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, it's
all the same though