Bývali časy, kedy mali MC's jasne zadefinovaný svoj zvuk: západ, New York alebo juh, sa dali jasne rozpoznať. Dnes tomu tak už nie je a zvuk sa delí podľa iných kritérií, pri čom mám pocit, že práve západný zvuk sa začal čoraz viac strácať. Posledný poriadny westcoat, ktorý mi utkvel v pamäti sú posledné tracky od Ice Cubea. Drug Test sa objaví na R.E.D. albume, zatiaľ sa jedná len o leak pracovnej verzie, na verziu s CD kvalitou si teda budeme musieť ešte počkať. Osobne by ma vôbec neprekvapilo, keby sa na túto vec natočil aj videoklip.

[Dr Dre]
I’m in this muthaf-cker doing what I wanna
10 bottles, 10 bitches go up out the sauna
Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts
I’m that cool, cashews, make ‘em all go nuts

[Game]
Baby got ass I need me a shot of that
Lil mama get gangsta for me
Stuff it in your Prada bag

[Dr Dre]
Thats right
She got something that I wanna see
Thats right, so if she leave
She f-cking with me, thats life
Twerk somethin’, work something’, hurt somethin’
She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming
They rip they neck and run they mouth when they heard something
Dre dropped another one and f-cked around and murdered somethin’
Club filled with dead bodies, if not than you a zombie
I’m not gon’ feel sorry, you pass out from it
Get drunk, get blunted
Do what you wanna do, drug test on you

[Game]
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

[Dr Dre]
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
Than we gooood!

[Chorus]
If you got drugs in this muthaf-cker, ohh
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So lets get high off something, high of something, high of something
Till your muthaf-cking brain don’t function
High of something, high of something
Ayy, what I supply taking you high?

[Game]
Fireworks when I spark
Yellow tape, lotta chalk
Thought you said you a boss, big deal
Bitch chill, pulling out that black card
Showin’ off big spendin’, letting alcohol spill
I feel she might just get too faded, x-rated thats what I like
Glad that you made to this ceremoney at hand
Take a sip lets plan for the future
Introduce you to Snoop get you right and…

[Snoop Dogg]
May I, kick a little something for G’s
And, make a few ends?, as I breeze through
The shit on my hip is a f-cking preview
And guess what it lead to

[Chorus]
If you got drugs in this muthaf-cker, ohh
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So lets get high off something, high of something, high of something
Till your muthaf-cking brain don’t function
high of something, high of something
Ayy, what I supply taking you high?