The Wash (Album Version) ft. Snoop Dogg Lyrics

The Wash (Album Version) ft. Snoop Dogg - Dr. Dre

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As the wheels turn city to city, hundred-spoke

Chronic smoke, twist up another Phillie (Done dilly)

(Them niggas still tripping off that old shit) Really? (How silly)

It's a whole another day (Yeah it is)

Snoop Dogg (and Doc Motherfucking Dre) Nigga can ya feel this?

(It's the D-O-double, ya don't run up ya won't see no trouble)

If you caught up in these fucking streets

(Who you gon' call when them niggas getting ready to blast?)

Yeah, and if that shit's getting ugly

(Who you gon' call when them niggas come to get in ya ass?)

I came to get in that ass, Bigg Di-Dogg, push the big hid-ogg

You're hopping and popping, how bout you hop up off my bid-alls

Got dirt on my pid-aws, I broke a few lid-aws

It really don't matter cause I'm only here to spit on

And get on and shit on niggas

Do it to 'em D-O-double, right on nigga

I'm sagging it, bagging it, slanging dubs

You motherfuckers think The Wash is all soap and suds?

What's up cuz?

If you trying to get a dub sack page me

The hoes say "Dee Loc, you so crazy"

Popping that shit don't faze me

I need my chips and the dip, it's like gravy

Now back to the lecture at hand

Perfection is expected and I'm feeling that demand

Los Ang', broad day gunning

That ain't no earthquake it's just Dre coming

If this shit ain't played the party ain't bumping

If I don't show up the hoes ain't fucking

(Real talk) Cali sunshine, come visit

Just don't stop at stop signs with bullet holes in it

All-Star League, you riding benches

I handles my business, fuck fake niggas

I sell game a quarter million a track

Snoop and the Good Doc back with a brand-new sack

Shit's wrong, money gone, I'll blast

Out of town, out of bounds, no pass

Running up, talking shit, get smashed

(Shoot first) Ask questions last

Falling back on that ass

Hit the switch and let the ass just drag

2001 & 2002 tags

My nigga what you holding?

Step out with the Stacey's and the Snoop Dogg Clothing

Rolling, with the braids in my hair

Cripped out, way pimped out, oh yeah

You gots to pay the cost to be the boss

After all that dirt I gots to get my shit washed

The Wash

The Wash