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

[Intro: Xzibit & Snoop Dogg] Drugs-n-Alkahol, baby! Ahh! Uhh... Ooh, 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 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 [Chorus: Xzibit & Snoop Dogg] 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 [Verse 2: 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 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 Put 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! [Chorus: Xzibit & Snoop Dogg] 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 [Verse 3: Xzibit & Snoop Dogg] With the flick of a wrist, send you deep into the abyss I don't pop Crist', 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 that 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: Xzibit & Snoop Dogg] 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 [Outro: Snoop Dogg] 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 limits Hah ha, you ain't trying to hotbox with us, nigga Roll some, X! Y'know! (Bitches, 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