Xzibit, Snoop Dogg - D.N.A (Drugs-n-Alkahol) lyrics

Drugs-n-Alkahol, baby! Ahh!
Uhh ooh, that's funky ohh!

Huh, I'm Mr what The-Fuck-You-Looking-At
I'm Mr quick To-Run-And-Get The-Gat
Do you like the hoods, like the diplomatics
'Zibit used to push a 'llac
Now I'm Range Rovin'
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
Just consider me the heir to the throne
The lifestyle of the savage and well known
Protecting my own
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
Retreat to the Philippines
To meditate, liftin' train like a heavyweight
Hit you and run with
A California license plate

When y'all niggas stop acting like bitches
(Bitches) bitches stop actin' like
(Niggas) niggas
We can all clock figures (Bitches)
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
They all on my dick, fuck that shit!
When y'all bitches stop acting like
(Bitches) niggas
Niggas (Niggas) stop acting like bitches (Bitches) we can all get riches
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
Fuck that shit! We can all get rich

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 'til 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, nigga 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!

When y'all niggas stop acting like bitches
(Bitches) bitches stop actin' like
(Niggas) niggas
We can all clock figures (Bitches)
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
They all on my dick, fuck that shit!
When y'all bitches stop acting like
(Bitches) niggas
Niggas (Niggas) stop acting like bitches (Bitches) we can all get riches
Hoes on my dick (yeah) niggas on my dick
Fuck that shit! We can all get rich

With the flick of a wrist
Send you deep into the abyss
I don't pop Cryst
But will pop a nigga with this (Watch out)
Made my way to the top of the list
Raised your fifth
Anything to keep it moving make
It harder to hit (Get it crackin', X)
We survive when you thought we
Was finished and done
Looking over my cold shoulder
Is Attila the Hun
The Gatling gun, guillotine
(Who?) Don King's American
(What?) Dream (What?)
Since sixteen, shoulda been a marine (Ahh)
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 (Man)
You gettin' my picture or do I
Have to let 'em hit ya? (Whoaa)
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

When y'all niggas stop acting like bitches
(Bitches) bitches stop actin' like
(Niggas) niggas
We can all clock figures (Bitches)
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
They all on my dick, fuck that shit!
When y'all bitches stop acting like
(Bitches) niggas
Niggas (Niggas) stop acting like bitches (Bitches) we can all get riches
Hoes on my dick (yeah) niggas on my dick
Fuck that shit! We can all get rich

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahh
Yes, X to the Z
D-O-Double To The-Mothafuckin-G, ooh-wee
Ahh this shit funky right here, my nigga
Yeah, Open Bar, nigga, we getting fucked up
3-4 in the morning, ain't no time limit's
Hah ha, you ain't trying to hotbox with us
Nigga roll some, X!
Y'know! (Bitches, niggas)
It's all the same though