Lyrical Breakdown of D.N.A (Drugs N Alcohol) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Xzibit weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "D.N.A (Drugs N Alcohol)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Drugs and alcohol baby, ah Uh, hmm that's funky, oh 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 (ha ha) 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 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 til 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 Ebola, a bowl of these 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 (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 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 Paved 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? huah 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 (Ah) Niggaz, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ah Yes, X to the Z, D-O-double-to-the-motherfuckin-G, oh-wee Ah, 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 Ah 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