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

Drugs-N-Alkahol, baby, ahh 

Uhh, mm, that's funky, ohh 

 

Huh, I'm Mr. What the fuck 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, 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 Philippines 

To meditate, liftin' train like a heavyweight 

Hit you and run with a California license plate 

 

When y'all niggaz stop actin' like bitches 

Bitches, stop actin' like niggaz we can all clock figures 

Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick 

They all on my dick, fuck that shit 

 

When y'all bitches stop actin' like niggaz 

Niggaz stop actin' like bitches we can all get riches 

Hoes on my dick, niggaz 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, sho' nuff 

Know what? X, the game is gettin' sewn up 

But I'm speedin' 'em up and leavin' 'em 

I'm buckin' 'em till they bleedin' bruh 

 

Hold up, fuck 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 

 

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 

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 bitches with your fucked up attitude 

Nappy head hoes, worse than bitch niggaz 

I treat 'em all the same, bitch check yo' game 

 

When y'all niggaz stop actin' like bitches 

Bitches, stop actin' like niggaz we can all clock figures 

Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick 

They all on my dick, fuck that shit 

 

When y'all bitches stop actin' like niggaz 

Niggaz stop actin' like bitches we can all get riches 

Hoes on my dick, niggaz 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 

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, millennium 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? 

 

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 niggaz stop actin' like bitches 

Bitches, stop actin' like niggaz we can all clock figures 

Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick 

They all on my dick, fuck that shit 

 

When y'all bitches stop actin' like niggaz 

Niggaz stop actin' like bitches we can all get riches 

Hoes on my dick, niggaz on my dick 

Fuck that shit, we can all get rich 

 

Niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ahh 

Yes, X to the Z, D O Double to the motherfuckin' G, oh, 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 

 

Niggaz, bitches, niggaz, bitches 

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 

Writer:

Copyright: Cyphercleff Music;emi April Music, Inc.;my Own Chit Publishing;emi Blackwood Music Inc.

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