Drug Test lyrics

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre & The Game]
I’m in this mothaf*cker doing what I wanna
10 bottles, 10 b*tches go with my persona
Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts
I’m that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts
(Baby got ass, I need me a shot of that
Lil mama get gangsta for me, stuff it in your Prada bag)
That's right, she's got something that I wanna see
That's right, so if she leave, she f*cking with me
That's life, twerk something, work something, hurt something
She wanna check, check this sh*t out like a verse coming
They rip their neck and run their mouth when they heard something
Dre dropped another one and f*cked around and murdered something
Club filled with dead bodies
If not then you a zombie, I'm not gonna feel sorry
You pass out from it, get drunk, get blunted
Do what you wanna do, drug test on you
Lotta money when I talk
Big mills, big deals ‘bout a hundred in a vault
Sit still, that real, lotta haters throw salt
They lost big Game give a f*ck how you feel
I fear she just might just pop that pill
And feel on me all night till the tip spill
Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bassline
She gon' f*ck a snare drum one drink at a time
Blow right, hoes fight over my name
I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins
It’s forty days, forty nights if I’m making it rain
I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed then we good
[Chorus: Sly Pyper]
If you got drugs in this motherf*cker
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So let's get high off something
High off something, high off something
'til your mothaf*cking brain don’t function
High off something, high off something
What I supply taking you high?

[Verse 2: The Game & Snoop Dogg]
Fireworks when I spark, yellow tape
Lotta chalk thought you said you a boss
Big deal, b*tch chill, pulling out that black card
Showin’ off big spendin’, letting alcohol spill
I feel she might just get too faded
X-rated that's what I like glad that you made it
To this ceremony at hand, take a sip lets plan
For the future, introduce you to Snoop get you right and
May I, kick a little something for the G's and
Make a few ends as I breeze through?
The sh*t on my hip is a f*cking preview
And guess what it lead to

[Chorus: Sly Pyper]
If you got drugs in this motherf*cker
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So let's get high off something
High off something, high off something
'til your mothaf*cking brain don’t function
High off something, high off something
What I supply taking you high?