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