Xzibit - D.n.a (d**-n-alkahol) lyrics

(feat. Snoop Dogg) [X] Drugs-N-Alkahol baby! Ahhh! [S] Uhh.. mm that's funky.. ohh! [Xzibit] Huh, I'm Mr. What-The-f**-You-Lookin-At I'm Mr. Quick-To-Run-And-Get-The-Gat Treat you like the hoosd 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 n***az stop actin like b**hes [X] b**hes stop actin like n***az we can all clock figures [S] Hoes on my dick, n***az on my dick [S] They all on my dick, fu*k THAT sh*t! [X] When y'all b**hes stop actin like n***az [X] n***az stop actin like b**hes we can all get riches [S] Hoes on my dick, n***az on my dick [S] fu*k THAT sh*t! 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 sewn up but I'm speedin 'em up and leavin 'em I'm buckin 'em til they bleedin bruh Hold up, fu*k THAT, you tryin to get swoll up by the mic controller, clip reloader Frozen exposure, condos of a composer Sick like a bowl-of, a bowl of deez nuts f** him up, cross him out, then toss him out With the stamp on his head, n***a Dogghouse n***a I'm universal crackin Down South (ya heard?) Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl's mouth, ha ha You act like you a dude you get smashed on Full out my b**hes with your f**ed up attitude Nappy-head hoes, worse than b**h n***az I treat 'em all the same, b**h 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 n***a 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!) n***az, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahhh Yes.. X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-motherf**in-G, OOOH-WEE! Ahh.. this sh** funky right here my n***a Yeah, +Open Bar+ n***a, we gettin f**ed up Three four in the morning, ain't no time limits Huh huh, you ain't tryin to hotbox with us n***a Roll some X, y'know! Ahh.. n***az, b**hes, n***az, b**hes n***az, b**hes, n***az, b**hes n***az, b**hes, n***az, b**hes n***az, b**hes, n***az, b**hes n***az, b**hes, n***az, b**hes n***az, b**hes, n***az, it's all the same though